You'll Sleep on the Floor and You Can't Touch Me

Sigrid looked at George weirdly. She always felt that George's presence was a bit out of place in this room. It was okay for her to sleep here, but wasn't it strange for George to sleep here? "What are you looking at?" George said, raising his eyebrows. "Nothing, I just feel that it's a little strange to see you standing in this room. Do you like this room?" she asked in a low voice. 'If you don't like it, we can sleep in separate rooms!' "As long as you like it, it's fine." George didn't care about the room, "How about this bed?" Sigrid sat on the bed. It was soft, almost the same as the bed at the villa. "It's quite comfortable," Sigrid said. "Great," said George. He looked at her thoughtfully, took a few steps back, and locked the door. When Sigrid heard George's voice, she looked up and saw that he was walking toward her while disrobing at the same time. For a minute, she was a bit nervous. "Why... why are you taking off your clothes?" she asked. "Sleep," George said taking his coa