Freda opened the door slowly and felt a sense of familiarity.
A man was leaning against the back of the bed, closing his eyes for rest.
"Zed..." Freda said softly, afraid of disturbing the person on the bed.
Hearing the sound of Freda, Zed Smith instantly opened his eyes and smiled.
"Freda." Hearing the habitual call, Freda walked quickly and threw herself into Zed's arms with tears in her eyes.
"You are so annoying. How could you not see me for so many days!" The two people's life and death were regarded as Zed's joke by Freda.
Zed Smith felt a little guilty, "I made you worried."
"I don't blame you. It's okay as long as you come back."
Zed Smith touched the head of Freda, and her soft hair irritated him.
"Freda."
Freda raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zed Smith stared at her, and then slowly approached the lips of Freda. Fearing that Zed Smith would be hurt, Freda didn't dare to exert force, nor did she dare to press all the pressure on Zed Smith.
"Ahem..."