Why Are You in My Bed?

The sea breeze blew against the curtains, bringing with it a slightly salty smell. The sunlight shone into the room. Nyla slowly opened her eyes and stretched out her body. Nyla suddenly heard something. She held her breath and listened carefully. It was from the bathroom. She sat up abruptly and saw Bob coming out of the bathroom. He was wearing a bathrobe, and his hair was still wet. "Why are you here?" Nyla subconsciously looked at herself in the quilt. Nyla was dressed. Nyla was relaxed. "Don't worry. I'm not interested in the drunkard." Bob couldn't stop Nyla. She was drunk, and she was acting crazy. Nyla had the worst behavior after drunk that Bob had ever seen. As for how crazy Nyla was, Bob rather forgets it. It was insane. Nyla wrapped herself in the quilt, "Even if I wasted, you should let me go back to my room by myself. Why did you sleep in the same room with me? Is it because I have a good figure?" "You were the one who kept staying in my room and almost raped me!" Bob sno