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I'm used to being followed after get off work, so I don't take it seriously.

But today was different. I had just stepped through the door with my front foot when someone followed me in with my back foot.It's the nameless boy I mentioned before. Is he finally going to take action?I really want to see what he wants to do in here.

I sighed, since I had already entered the door, I probably couldn't drive it away.

I walked into the room and turned on the light, but the next second he reached for the light and turned it off.I had no choice but to take advantage of the dim light outside the window, go to the bed and sit down, looking at him idly.

He reached into his trouser pocket for something, came over and handed it to me. It was money, Euros, and a lot.Where did he get the money?

"I'm not selling it," I wanted to slip the money back to him, but he didn't want to take it back.

"Is there enough money?" he asked.

I smiled, thinking that there is no need to be serious with a child.

"That depends on what you want to do," I said.

"I want to touch," he said unequivocally.

"Touch?" I confirmed again and again, "Just touch?"

"is it okay?"

"What about after touching it?"

"I'll go."

"What about later?"

"I won't bother you."

I smiled and said nothing.

"I mean it, just this once, never again."

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and finally I thought it would be a massage, or a cat scratching.

"Hurry up, I have to catch up on sleep," I lay down with my eyes closed.

He stepped forward to lift up my clothes and did what he wanted to do the most during this time, which was fulfilled as one of his wishes.

I don't know when he said: "Give me ten years, and I will grow up."

I heard him say: "When you grow up, I will be old."

How many decades do I have left to write such a story.When I finish writing the past and the rest, I don't know if it will be the year of the monkey next time I write.

My heart is like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, suddenly recalling many old things.

Buckle the side and howl alone, I don't know what eve will be.

liqueur

I've been hiding from Isaac several times, and I'm afraid I won't be able to fly tonight.

"Room No. [-], Isaac is looking for it," Mo Yuyan leaned into my ear and said.

Seeing me walking in the opposite direction, he grabbed my shoulder.

"Don't try to escape, he has already seen you, if you don't go, he will talk to the boss."

I had no choice but to come to Room [-], and Isaac asked me to drink with him.I drank a few bottles of beer, my stomach was rumbling like a flood, and when I came back from the toilet, he pulled me against the wall.

His intentions are obvious.

"Didyouslipdrugsintomydrink" I asked if he put drugs in my drink.I shouldn't have taken him so lightly.

He didn't mean to give me any explanation, he put his head on my shoulder and kept trying to untie my belt.

"Please don't!" I begged him not to do that.If some things cross the line, the relationship will disappear.

In life, there are so many people who you make friends with, but he only wants to fall in love with you.

Maybe I guessed that someone would come in to save me at this time, but what I didn't guess was that the person who rescued me was Duan Xiaojue.

Like all hero rescue scenes, he snatched me from Isaac.He took me to the intersection of the red light district. I leaned against a tree and couldn't stand upright.

"Can you come here and lend me a hand?"

He leaned over and didn't speak.

I couldn't help rubbing my head against him, and my hand was like a cat's paw, scratching him from time to time.His breathing was a little short, one foot trembled involuntarily, and he hummed endlessly.

He seemed to finally get on the line, and he took my face and kissed me.

It felt like a long time before I realized that his breathing was a little labored.What is wrong with him?

I pushed him away, the place where I pushed was his lower abdomen, I heard his "hiss" and saw the pale expression on his face.I held my forehead and tried to wake myself up. He was probably injured.

I slowly opened his shirt, his place was full of blood, a mess.

Volume Three: The Mysterious Professional