I think the next step is to kiss her lips.

Then, my lips slid down from her face, almost to her lips, and were about to kiss her.

Just like the bloody plot of a TV series, someone knocked on the door.

Someone came in.

He not only knocked on the door, but also walked in while knocking on the door.

He is a doctor in a white coat.

I hurriedly let go of each other.

Her warmth remains in my hands.

I am still unwilling to finish my mind.

No hurry.

I told myself in my heart.

The doctor came to check it out and asked me some questions.

Seeing that I was fine, I asked him: "Doctor, can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Sister Cai asked me, "Are you so anxious to go out?"

I said, "I don't want to stay here, it smells too bad. It's too uncomfortable."

Sister Cai asked the doctor, "Is that OK?"

The doctor said, "Yes."

I said, "Doctor, I have to go to work tomorrow. It's so ugly to bandage it like this. Please make it a nicer one for me. Don't wrap the whole head. Just help me just put one piece on my brow. This makes me look like a mummy and feel so uncomfortable."

The doctor pondered: "This? If you still remove the gauze, it may touch the wound."

I said, "It's no big problem, please bandage me like that, okay."

Sister Cai said, "All of them are so injured. Do you still want to go to work?"

I said, "I have a lot of things to do every day and I have to go. Doctor, please trouble you."

After my insistence, the doctor had to reband me and remove the mummy-like thing, and then he could only apply a piece of gauze covering the wounds of his eyebrows.

I looked at the mirror, and I became much more handsome.

I went into the bathroom and changed into the sportswear that Sister Cai bought for me.

It was very good, and after I came out, I looked around and found that the ward I was in was much more upscale than the ward I usually saw, and there was only one bed.

And there is a bed next to it, which is the bed for the caregiver, not the hospital bed.

I wondered, "Why is this different from the ward I saw?"

When my father was in the surgery, the wards he stayed in were much worse than this.

The doctor looked at me, didn't speak, and was busy with his own affairs.

Sister Cai said: "This is a special ward, a better ward."

I asked, "It costs a lot of money!"

Sister Cai smiled and said, "When is it that you are the one who pays back the money."

I said, "Well, how much money has been spent, I will give it back to you."

Sister Cai sighed and said, "Let's talk about it when you get out."

I said, "No, if you give me money, I will pay you back. This is what I have to do."

Sister Cai said, "Let's talk about it later. I'm not short of money."

I insisted, "That won't work either."

Sister Cai smiled helplessly and said, "Okay."

After leaving the hospital, it was already past eleven o'clock.

I was carrying some medicines and looking at them. I didn't want to take them. I wanted to throw them away. I was just broken. Anyway, I had all sewed needles and it would be better after a few days. What medicine should I take, but when Sister Cai thought that she would say to me, she kept it.

She said: "I'll go pick up the car, you can wait for me at the gate of the hospital."

I walked to the hospital gate.

Sister Cai drove the car out, a white Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle parked in front of me, and I opened the car door and went up.

The car was driving on the wide street.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the streets that have just rained, the moisturizing reflections are flashing with colorful lights.

There was a song of fame and old songs on the car.

Zhang Xinzhe's overdoing.

My mood suddenly improved a lot.

Let’s look at Sister Cai again, she is very charming while driving.

In fact, there are so many people around her, I am just a small person who uses various means and skills to approach her, but lets her treat me like this. I should be grateful to her and should not even think about harming her.

But when I think of the person she killed, forget it.

Sister Cai asked me, "Go to my house."

Go to her house.

I've been to her house.

Downtown home.

I said, "Okay."

Then he asked, "Do you have any food at home?"

She said: "Yes."

I said, "Okay."

The car drove into her community and I arrived at her house.

Standing at the window of the tall building, looking at the bright lights outside, I feel comfortable. If I struggled to get such a house, what a sense of accomplishment would be like.

Sister Cai heated up some food and asked me to come over.

I went over and saw that it was all Western-style food. I asked, "How can you make these?"

Sister Cai said: "The nanny came here to make it today. I went out and had no food, so I kept it. I just heated up the microwave."

I said, "This looks very attractive."

After sitting down, I moved my knife and fork.

Sister Cai sat in front of me too.

She poured me a glass of orange juice.

I said, "Can you open a bottle of wine?"

Sister Cai asked me, "Do you still want to drink?"

I said, "Don't make me look like a patient who is about to die of illness. I'm just beaten and my brow bones are broken. What's the big deal?"

Sister Cai said: "Okay."

She turned around and got a bottle of red wine.

Western-style meal with red wine beauty.

It's intoxicating to watch.

After pouring the wine and taking a few sips, the two of them chatted casually. As they were chatting, Sister Cai asked, "Did you think about never looking for me again?"

I said, "Yes. That hurts my self-esteem too much. Your words made me uncomfortable and made me feel uncomfortable for many days. I think, in your heart, I am just like a toy-using thing."

Sister Cai said: "Why didn't you ask me in person at that time? It would be a good quarrel."

I said, "Oh, maybe I care too much."

Sister Cai smiled, raised her glass and took a sip of red wine.

She went to start music.

Pure music.

Romantic pure music.

She turned off the lights in the room and turned on the small lights. The lights were soft and romantic. She accompanied the pure music and looked at her, and I was a little excited.

The two sat face to face and drank, but stopped talking.

At this time, the words are redundant.

I think what should happen will happen all the time, but I still want to drag it out.
To be continued...