Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"Hiss...! It hurts, take it easy!"

After opening the bottle for her to sober up, more than half an hour later, he went back and forth with the first aid kit, and treated the wound on her cheek with the dim silver light.

She was leaning on the red velvet high chair, twisting the high stem of the red wine glass in her hand. There was probably less than one-sixth of the liquid in the wine bottle, leaving only a ruby-like clear light in the glass. Shallow layer.In order to make it easier for the doctor to clean the wound, she unbuttoned another button of her shirt, revealing her slender and fair neck and the ring decorations that were tightly attached to her skin.

He lowered his head and looked at the latest wound carefully, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, no longer as easy as usual.There was a shimmer in the purple eyes, the coolness of the night dew on the fingertips, and the hidden sharpness shone with a rare aggressiveness. He seemed to want to get angry but held back with extreme restraint.

"I thought such a wound shouldn't appear on your body?" He untied her choker and threw it away casually, standing on the side and bending over, holding an alcohol cotton ball with tweezers and slowly wiping along the wound bit by bit to disinfect The smell of water was overwhelming.

She moved uncomfortably, and then controlled her body to forcibly relax and allow him to touch: "It's just a few hairy kids throwing stones. For such a trivial matter, I need to use [Colorful Painting Collection]. The supernatural power will make me cry out of grievance."

The movements of his hands paused, and continued as if he hadn't heard anything: "You are so tolerant." If the ancestors were changed, these cubs would have to be skinned.

"Okay, the wound will heal soon after cleaning, the marks are very shallow, and there will be no scars." He dealt with the unimportant places first, and turned his eyes to the gunshot wound near the temple on the other side, frowning: "Sniper/ Beater?"

"Well, I put on the silencer, and I didn't have time to activate the ability, so I escaped." Dr. Sen rubbed alcohol on his fingers and touched the wound with his upper hand, and fixed the back of his head with the other hand, and immediately found that the touch under his palm was wrong: "Fall? Lump? How did you fall to the back of your head?"

This is unscientific. Ms. Lanbo's force value is not top-notch, but it is not so high that the dish falls headfirst from a height...

"Ah... um... barely dodged the bullet, the wound was so painful and I didn't pay attention to my feet, I tripped and fell off the roof, only two meters." This was a bit embarrassing, she wanted to turn sideways to avoid it, but he forced Don't dare to move.The rare and strong doctor sneered: "Hehe, it's really you, we can change to a new leader with another one and a half meters."

Experience told her that doctors who prescribe ridicule should not be messed with, and all medical troubles will never end well, and she must be decisive and follow her heart when it is time to coax her.The leader who chose Gou Yibo fell silent, and the doctor continued in silence without chasing after him, except for the occasional crashing sound of the tweezers touching the utensils, and even his breathing was deliberately restrained.

The scratches have formed a thin layer of scabs, and there seems to be no risk of infection, and the bag on the back of the head has no signs of ulceration, and it will be absorbed slowly in the future.He checked carefully to make sure it was all right, put down the tweezers and alcohol, and put the tools back into the first-aid box as before.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, she thought for a while, fetched another wine glass, poured the rest of the wine in two, and pushed the clean glass to him: "Thank you, that, I will pay more attention to it in the future."

Anyway, let's coax it first, shall we?

"Do you still want to have a future? Heh." He snapped the first-aid kit buckle with a "click", picked up the cup she pushed in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.The long black soft hair slid away, revealing the Adam's apple that trembled slightly with swallowing.

This doctor usually neither smokes nor drinks, and rarely touches coffee. It can be said that he does not drink anything that may cause addiction and reduce self-discipline. She was really surprised when he drank so much all of a sudden: "Can there be such a thing?" Angry? I didn't mean to...uh..."

The lips are hardened by a coolness, with the delicate and rich Merlot grape flavor of Patus.

There was a bit of eager description between his lips and teeth, he was like a canine biting its prey, unable to bear her being coveted by anyone, almost rudely bringing pain and suffocation.The rippling purple attracted attention, and she was lured by this transparency and condoned his crime.

The round table was pushed away and overturned, and the wine bottle rolled onto the thick carpeted floor without making any sound.The half glass of wine she hadn't had time to drink was also spilled on the carpet. At this moment, no one cared about the overly expensive wine or luxury textiles.

Intertwining his fingers, he still remembered that she still had a wound on her head, but she couldn't control her more and more urgent movements. Using her body to get close to her soul was the only thing she wanted to do right now.

Deep and shallow breaths filled the space, like the erratic moonlight in the pale night.Her long curly hair was wet with sweat, and she closed her eyes slightly to indulge in the darkness.

Patience, longing, joy with a little bit of pain, the twilight of the night fogged his fair skin, and he let her indulge him almost devoutly.

I love you so much, I'm sure there's no one in this world who loves you more than me.I endured jealousy and shyness and loved you silently, knowing that I would not be given any mercy and pity, but I still couldn't stop this irrational mad love.It is not the bird trapped and bound that is enslaved at this moment, but the poet who has been watching the bird.

Crazy and rebellious, probably the craziest time in his life.

After calming down, watching her sleep peacefully while hugging the quilt tightly, he thought that he was probably doomed, even if he was whipped, insulted and trampled, he couldn't leave.Just like a dragon that touches a gem but cannot take it away, it can only retract its wings and tighten its claws to live around her, relying on the dew and sunlight condensed on the gem to survive.

He wanted to restrain her, but he tied himself up first.

Even knowing that all hopes will eventually come to naught and all love will eventually perish, he still has no way to look away and let go of his fingers.From the first moment I saw her, I fell in love with her deeply, but I only dared to admit it secretly when I was alone in a room in the dead of night.

Now she was lying less than an arm's length away from him, defenseless and disguised, as docile as a soft shellfish with its shell removed.There was still a bit of stickiness and sweetness in the air, as if her eager and soft humming was still echoing in his ears, urging him to push away the thin quilt tightly held by her and pull him into his arms full of jealousy, bowing his head and sniffing. After sniffing, some Lysol is successfully mixed in the sweet tobacco and mint flavor.His emotions gradually calmed down, and he tightened his arms contentedly, hugging the gem that hadn't been fully pulled into the bowl and might run away at any time.

……

Rimbaud was silent for at least ten minutes after waking up in the morning.Since sneaking into PortMafia, she has been able to describe herself as "clean and clean" without any guilt, but the memory she just recovered did tell her that her bottom line in this area was not very high in the past—or, is there really such a thing as a bottom line? ?

But if there is no bottom line, it is something that both parties are willing to make. There is no need to make a fuss. What she is thinking about now is-who the hell is not good at sleeping, and even put Dr. Sen to sleep.

I always feel that the Orientals seem to be more conservative in this regard, and there is a superior-subordinate relationship here. If she wants to try something new one day, will the doctor be so angry that she will jump off the stairs...?

The logistics of cleaning the square every day are also very hard. Finding a private doctor may not only be less eye-catching but also less useful... Tsk, trouble.

She just stared at him with such a solemn expression, until someone couldn't pretend to stare and opened her eyes in a daze: "It's still early, you can continue to sleep for a while and then get up..."

Miss Rimbaud: "..." I feel something is wrong.

Sitting up with the quilt in her arms, the sun that has risen into the sky casts golden light, and through the window that did not pull the shade last night, it casts a layer of soft light on her bare back.

"What's wrong?" He moved his eyes following her movements, like a cat staring at his favorite toy: "Aren't you going to sleep? Does the wound still hurt?"

Who can look directly at the word "sleep" at this moment?An inadvertent noun can become a verb... Sorry, let me save my morals first...

She pulled up the quilt and covered her face, and didn't dare to say the fixed lines that she used to send off her boyfriends for a long while.

Orientals are reserved and serious, tsk, it’s not that bad, it’s already foreseeable that I’m going to be a scum...

"That... that... you..." Can you not be so concerned like the legendary Oriental?If you can't, just treat it as being bitten by a dog, bah, just treat it as being bitten by me?

"I took the initiative last night, so you don't have to think too much. Instead of letting you always go to places like Rainbow where fish and dragons are mixed up, it's better to arrange for someone trustworthy, right?"

He sat up and touched the clothes that were thrown everywhere last night and put them on one by one, without any extra emotion: "I'll go and bring you the clothes here, and let someone take them down and destroy them."

Who knows what stained her previous clothes, I am a big PortMafia, can't I afford the leader to change clothes?

Wait, there really is something wrong...

"Doctor Sen..." She called out to the man who had already stepped out with a leg.He turned around and looked at her gently, with a peaceful expression in his eyes: "Do you have any other orders, Boss?"

"Uh... Forget it, it's nothing." She hesitated to speak, and finally said: "I'm hungry, remember to bring breakfast back."

"Okay." He smiled and gently closed the door and left, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

After confirming that the person was gone, she turned over on the bed, hugged the pillow and wrapped herself in the quilt, rolling around "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", what's going on!The doctor who always sneered and dumped documents to oppress her suddenly changed his sex and became so virtuous. Sure enough, Orientals subconsciously think that having slept is equivalent to getting married?

No way!terrible!It's just for a drive, there's no need to buy a car just for the drive!

How to do?

In short, calm down first, time machine, this is the first thing to look for and you can't find it, so you should first think about where to run.

I don't know if I can get help by calling the farming chief. Anyway, calling my father is definitely useless.She could almost think of what the old man would say, nothing more than "If you like it, you can continue to sleep, if you don't like it, you will be shot and collapsed"...

It is also possible to call Dr. Sen and warn him, "I will keep watching you, and I will treat you as you do to my daughter."

Ah, I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, I will think wrong...

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