Zayla was a little puzzled.

She thought, ‘What is he doing carrying me back to the dormitory?’

Seeing Lincoln, the dormitory manager said with a smile, “Is the game over?”

“Yes.” Lincoln nodded.

“Won?”

“A draw.” This unending game was naturally a draw.

The dormitory manager was confused.

He thought, ‘It is the first time I heard that there is a draw in a basketball game.

Even if the game ended in four sections, there should be an overtime game!’

Just like that, Lincoln carried Zayla into the elevator in front of the dormitory manager.

Lincoln swiped his card and pressed the button of twelfth floor. The elevator slowly ascended.

After entering twelfth floor, Lincoln held Zayla and swiped his card to enter the room.

Then, the door closed.

Lincoln put Zayla on the side of the bed.

Then, he took his clothes and prepared to walk toward the bathroom.

Seeing this, Zayla immediately got up and hugged Lincoln from behind.

“Lincoln…”

“Let me go.”

shook her head

helplessly and said, “I am sweaty.

go of her hand little

head and said, “I know you’re angry

Lincoln stopped.

Just a second!

Lincoln took off his jersey, threw it on

ear. He said

Simon alone, and I didn’t let

said I

and said with certainty, “You are just like a double-faced

me, a sugar mommy,

at Zayla without

if you don’t want

Yes, I want

can I refuse

took the initiative to hook his neck,

let go of Lincoln, her body was tightly hugged, and

“Um?”

opportunity, Lincoln couldn’t let it

kissed Zayla for

that she

She wanted to stop.

mean

picked Zayla up and let her sit on the table. So that

know how

dangling legs kicked over the chair, making a

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