"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

Jefferson wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. A cold glint flashed across his eyes, " Elvis... Do you have to punch that hard?"


Freya glared at him as well. Subconsciously, she grabbed hold of the corner of his shirt, "Elvis, even if it's an act, can't you be more gentle?" That punch caused Jefferson's cheek to turn purple. It was obvious that Elvis did not hold back his strength at all.


"That old man knows that we are like enemies. The harder I punch, the more he would be convinced..."


As he spoke, he grabbed Jefferson by the collar and threw another punch at his face.


This punch once again left red and swollen marks on Jefferson's face.


Freya had originally wanted to stop him, but Jefferson stopped her, "Freya, let him do it..."


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