They sleep until the light starts to fill the room and it bothers his eyes. He stands up, draws the curtains and goes back to giường again, sleepy.
‘Morning...’ Whispers Lisa.
‘I'm sleeping, leave a message...’
‘You wish...’ She is still sleepy and smiles with her eyes closed. ‘I’m not gonna give bạn a massage...’
‘Well... bạn can give me a massage if bạn want... I won't blame you...’
‘Would bạn give me a massage if I give bạn one now?’ They stay with their eyes closed.
‘We could deal...’ House stays lying on giường while Cuddy sits up.
‘Okay, but don’t get used to this...’...
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