Secret Crush

Leila lay on the stair, thought for a long time, but didn't come up with an answer. It was more likely that Max and Rosa were
childhood sweethearts, but it was only her guess and if she wanted to prove it, unless Max admitted it in person, yet it was
impossible. Besides, It was pretty hard for her to get the result from his friend. Moreover, she would never make things difficult
for herself. She walked into the bedroom and thought that Max might not come back tonight.
With a beauty in his arms, or perhaps with the beauty he has been thinking for so many years, how could he think of Leila?
Lying in bed, Leila couldn't help thinking about these things. She tried to get rid of these thoughts and forced herself to fall
asleep. Tomorrow there would be a fierce battle between her and Bertha. She must preserve her strength and take advantage of
some appropriate opportunity to win.
When Leila was thinking of this, she suddenly found the bed was sinking. Leila was shocked. When she was about to turn
around to look at the man clearly, she was held in his arms. A hoarse voice came above her head. "It's me."
After hearing that, Leila felt strangely relieved. Nestling in his arms, she did not know why she had guessed wrong. Logically
speaking, it should not be such a situation. He should be in a good mood with Rosa after being separated from her for such a
long time. But why didn't they have sex just as she thought?
Leila didn’t thought for a long time for it didn't take Max much time to capture Melissa. They didn't talk, but she could feel his
loneliness. She pursed her lips and asked, "What's your relationship with Rosa?"
Leila asked carefully, seeming to be afraid that she would offend him by accident. Looking at the little woman, Max aid
indifferently, "An acquaintance."
Leila was surprised that he would answer her question. She just wanted to give it a try, not expecting that he could answer. For
Leila, she thought his answer was meaningless. The word "an acquaintance" was too general. Whether he didn’t want to explain
or he explained it unintentionally, it could show that he didn't want to mention Rosa, which made Leila more curious.
However, Leila did not intend to continue to ask about it. Although she did not spend a long time with Max, it was enough for her
to get a thorough understanding of his personality. It was his greatest bottom line that he did not want to be pushed to the bottom
of a subject.
After a night, Leila was held in his arms and fell asleep. In the dark, Max's eyes were shining and his emotion was surging.
It was not that Max didn't know that he had a feeling for Rosa. If it had been several years ago, he would have been thrilled, but
now he wasn't. However, he still had a feeling when he saw Rosa.

The temperature in his arms was moderate and comfortable. For Leila, he was just satisfied with her body, and he would never
treat her badly. As his woman, Max could not stand her being bullied by anyone. Moreover, out of personal reasons, he did not
want this little woman like a cat to be hurt.
The bright moonlight outside the window slowly flowed and Max fell asleep with his thoughts.
Leila was used to waking up in the morning when Max wasn't by her side, so when she opened her eyes, she found that she was
still held in the arms of Max. Besides a trace of surprise flashed across her heart, she was more flustered.
After so many days, Leila still didn't get used to being frank with him. When she found that she was naked, she blushed. She
subconsciously took a step back to the quilt, but she was caught.
The low magnetic voice of Max came above her head, "Don't move."
Leila was not an innocent girl. She could clearly feel the change of his body. Leila kept her body being stiff for she didn't dare to
move in his arms. However, his body got even hotter, and the temperature was a little abnormal. She raised her head. When she
saw his furrowed brows, a hint of strangeness flashed across her heart.
"What's wrong with you?"
Upon hearing that, Max slightly opened his eyes, in which the emotions burst forth instantly, and his eyes blurred and blank. Due
to seeing Max being like this, Leila's heart skipped a beat, and she reached out her hand to feel his forehead. The hot touch of
his palm made her frown.
"You are sick."
There was still no answer coming from the latter. Max just slightly opened his eyes to stare at her. Leila licked her lips, crawled
out of his arms, casually put on a coat, and climbed up to the bed to check his temperature. Her tone was serious, "You are
really sick."
Squinting slightly, Max was amused by the words of the little woman in front of him. He was sick and then?
Leila sat on the bed, her pretty face full of seriousness. She seemed to think of something. She jumped out of the bed and took
out the medicine box from her memory. She was dizzy and didn't know what to do with the medicine box. Finally, she had to
send the medicine box to Max. "What is the antipyretic?"

Resting the head on his arm, Max didn't look sick at all. It was difficult to know that he was a patient now if there was not
suspicious red on his pale lips and face. When he was sick, Max looked less rigorous and more casual, and her posture in bed
looked very lazy and sexy.
Leila was in a daze, and asked again, "Which one is the Antipyretic?"
Looking at the little woman who was kneeling on the bed and half opened her clothes, Max was attracted by Leila. He thought
something different from what she cared about. She only cared about the medicine to cure him, while he cared about the present
her. He could guarantee that even if he was sick now, he would still be able to make her completely unable to get out of bed, as
long as she kept in this posture.