"Hey, don't move!"
I was robbed by a stranger. But what he wanted was not money.
He tore my clothes off, kept kissing me hard, not to rape me.
He wanted me to cover his blood and track from his enemies.
I saw blood running out of his stomach.
He said thank you after he fooled his enemies.
I let him come into my place to get the bullet out of him.
I was a doctor.
He gave me a kiss the next morning and disappeared from my life.
It felt like a dream, I couldn't help thinking about the night making out with him.
Until one day, I saw him again in the hospital.
I learned that he was a soldier and that he had looked for me and loved me for a very very long time...
But I had no memory of him, until...


No One's Angel,But You

Elvis's gaze shifted from her face to the ointment on her palm.


Under Elvis's gaze, Freya suddenly grew... nervous.


She waited very patiently for Elvis's reply.


Her heart was thumping, completely out of her control. It seemed that her heart would jump out of her throat any second.


This feeling was even worse than the anxiety she would feel before her mission. It made her feel very uncomfortable.


As she bit her lips, Freya repeated her question. "Answer me, did you give this to me?"


Perhaps, even she herself had not realized that there was a hint of expectation in her tone.


She expected him to tell her that he had given her the ointment.


Elvis walked towards Freya and stood before her. He smiled and asked instead, "Freya, why would you ask that?"


"Why wouldn't I?" Freya gritted her teeth. "I don't know who gave this to me. Elvis, I'm asking you, did you give this to me or not?"


Chapter 267 The Adult World That You Don\'t Understand