"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

However, Freya realized that she liked the man in front of her, who was both calm, yet a troublemaker, very much. 


She did not open her mouth to speak. Her eyes were as clear as glass as she looked at the captivating man in front of her. He was rarely serious, and the faint hint of a smile on his lips made it hard to tell whether he was telling the truth or not. Yet, she could clearly feel the seriousness in his eyes.


The breeze ruffled the hair by her ear, causing his gaze to be fixed intently on the woman in front of him.


Her long hair was tied up in a military hat and her long, slender neck was perfectly displayed. Her perfect figure was trapped in the olive-green military uniform and her large eyes were like a deer's in the forest, looking at him innocently. He loved her pair of eyes that were as dark as obsidian. After just one glance, his desire that had seemingly been suppressed seemed to show signs of quickly reigniting.


Chapter 297 The Unheard Overtones