Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 1261

The sound insulation effect of this type of house had always been poor.

As Charlie headed to the bathroom, a sudden image popped into his head. The thought of him and Emily using the same shower gel threw him for a loop.

He was only tipsy initially, but now he was already half drunk.

It seemed ages before the bathroom went silent, the door next door closed, and the hallway light was snuffed out.

Listening to the sound of the door closing next door, Charlie was a bit miffed. Shouldn’t she have checked on him before bedtime? After all, he was a guest staying at her place. Why didn’t she come over to see if he was comfortable or at least say goodnight?

She really didn’t give a damn about him!

Charlie was bummed out and pissed at himself for sticking around. He tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep.

After sleeping, who knew how long, he got up to pee. Not being his house, he couldn’t find the hallway switch, bumbled his way in, then bumbled his way out, and pushed open the door to go back to sleep.

Getting to the bed, he peeled back the covers and lay down. After a while, he realized something was off.

was holding a woman in his

that came to his mind was, which cheeky lass had crawled into his

the woman, and said in a low voice,

woke up with the push, felt a presence on the bed, immediately sat up, instinctively leaned back to protect herself, and asked nervously, “Who is it?” Charlie also sat up, looking at Emily in the darkness, his mind slowly clearing. He couldn’t

angry, kicked him hard, “Is this your bed?”

edge of the bed, rolled off with

Charlie instinctively grabbed her hand before falling off the bed, and they both tumbled off the

landed in Charlie’s arms. He rolled over and pressed her under him.

sleeping, had laid out a carpet on the floor. The two fell

immediately pushed him, “Get

move!” Charlie said

stopped moving, and asked carefully,

was pitch black, and they were unable to see each

lying on Emily, his body tense, his brow furrowed, somewhat angrily. He looked at her coldly, “What

“This is my room. You’ve wandered into the wrong one!”

Who knew your place