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She entered the apartment, hardly holding the man.

While she was trying to hide what she could not hide, she laid the man down on his mat with her free hand and feet busily with every step.

-- I'll have to throw the mat away. I'm going to get blood on it. No way, she thought, as she quickly grabbed her professional first aid kit. She cleaned the wound. It was wide, but not deep.

-- No sword or whatever it is, it didn't touch anything vital. I'll stitch it up temporarily," she said.

The man nodded.

-- It will hurt a little. I have to close the wound," she said, knowing she was exposing herself to a sanction or at the very least expulsion from the university.

The man closed his eyes and pursed his lips.

She cleaned, sprayed anti-infectives and sprayed xylocaine. It was insufficient. But it would help. She began to clean, disinfect and cook the wound. The man did not utter a whimper, while she occasionally wiped his forehead.

She finished the task, frightened, not wanting to think too much about what she had done... She illegally tended to a wounded man. She brought him to her apartment, she could get into serious trouble with the delinquents in the area...and to top it all off, the guy looked spectacular.

For a moment I looked at him .... And that was a luxury she couldn't afford.... She was already in love... Madly in love...impossibly in love...and now this shocking delinquent was coming....

She sat up without taking her eyes off him... She put her hand on her forehead... Sometimes she dreamed of a boy like that in her apartment. He got extremecio.tenia one of anthology....

He went to his old and small refrigerator.... Cold water would be nice.

She turned around and there was the man standing next to her. She walked over and breathed in the scent of his hair.

--I like your scent," he said.

-- Hey... Control yourself. You shouldn't be standing. You've lost a lot of blood. You should rest for a while," she said, frightened, seeing the man so close to her.

-- I have to go.

-- No, please. I insist. You must rest. I'll call a cab.

-- No. I know what a cab is. Don't worry. I'll be fine.

She was silent.

-- He can't go off like that with his clothes all bloody. The first patrol car that sees him will stop him. She said, fascinated, sensing that he was very... close to her.

-- It won't happen. Thanks for worrying about me.

-- I know most of the people around here, and I've never seen you before.

-- I was visiting.

-- Next to the other guy in the fight," she said, annoyed with the interesting offender.

-- Sort of. The man said, placing a small leather bag in his mini-sink.

-- What's that?

-- A token of my appreciation.

-- No, sir. Don't even think about it. I didn't do it for money.

The man approached her and without a word kissed her; intensely, a sensual, deep, expert kiss. ....