"Where are you going?"
It was strange to ask, of course it was to go back. "go back."
The bare-chested man on the bed with his eyes closed did not speak. He lifted his hand and a Swiss handmade watch hit my chest.
"Look for yourself, what time is it."
I really picked up my watch and looked at it: "Twelve o'clock. I can take a taxi back."
He lifted his eyelids and closed them lazily.
I added another sentence: "President Felix, don't worry, I will be very careful not to let the driver go around and make you pay for the taxi reimbursement."
I got up from the bed and got up again, my arm was grabbed by him. "Don't go back today, sleep here."
I froze for a moment, then suppressed joy, picked up the pillow to sleep on the sofa.
"Where are you going again?"
"I'm going to sleep in the living room."