Kiss You, Sweetheart

After a long time of ups and downs, the effect of anesthesia gradually faded. Demi opened her eyes and looked up at the time. It was nearly eleven o'clock. It was so quiet that she stood up, looked at Huo Chun lying on the bed and pulled the sheet to cover him.

He won't wake up until tomorrow morning.

Demi packed her things and went to the door, ready to leave. But after thinking about it, I stopped. If she left, what if the group of people turned back to Huo Chun's disadvantage?

Huo Chun is so unconscious that she can't leave him alone.

When Demi thought of this, she went back to the room and lay down on the sofa. Although most of the conscious, but the remaining efficacy still let Demi's head a little dizzy. She opened her bag and took out her cell phone, only to find that there was no electricity.

The night passed quietly.

Demi didn't fall asleep at all and woke up from time to time. The porch light was on in the room. It was dim. She was staring at the ceiling, not knowing what it would be like to meet her in the morning.

Huo Chun finally wakes up when it's almost dawn. He shakes his head and his vision is still blurred. Demi's slim figure, standing by the window, came into his sight.

He raised his soft arm, rubbed his eyes, and his eyesight recovered slowly.

He called subconsciously: "Amy?"

Demi turns around and looks at Huo Chun quietly. He looks a little dim, obviously did not think of what happened yesterday, still wonder how she can appear in his side.

Demijing said, "you dress first. I'll wait for you in the corridor."

How to dress?

Huo Chun's face changed slightly. Suddenly he saw his bare arm and quickly lifted the sheet. His face changed a lot

"Amy." He gave an urgent cry, his face shocked. He thought something had happened to him and Demi.

Demi had gone to the door, pressed the handle, lowered her back to him and said, "it's not what you think."

Then he opened the door and went out.

Huo Chun was a little surprised. Not what he thought?

So, he didn't have sex with Demi? Huo Chun's heart suddenly filled with a sense of Indescribability. He didn't know whether he was lucky or lost

But soon, he frowned.

He didn't have sex with Demi. Why wasn't he dressed? He felt his dizzy head, and slowly recalled his captivity last night.

His face turned white with a brush.

In a few minutes, he got dressed and opened the door. Demi stood opposite, leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette in her hand, looking at her quietly with deep eyes.

Demi has been quitting smoking for a long time. It shows that the situation is not optimistic.

"Amy." Huo Chun cries out heartache, and feels guilty. He was too weak to protect her.

Demi breathed a sigh, looking calm: "we should have been injected with anesthetics, and then took our bed photos..."

Huo Chun's face sank.

"Do you have electricity on your cell phone?" Demi low said, "look at the entertainment version, I think at this time, it should have been turned upside down."

Huo Chun suddenly didn't know what to say. He brushed his hair anxiously and said, "Amy, I'll explain everything."

"Will anyone believe it?" Demi sneered and flicked a cigarette butt between her fingers. "The public can't wait to see such news."