The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

The blood-red sunset burst into dissipation after the last rays of light, silently silent like a deflated ball in the depths of the flat desert.

Night falls.

Today's work was finally done, and after making sure that Amiya's footsteps behind the door were too small to be heard, I opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe and pulled out the notepad inside.

There's no end to the boring life, the sky here isn't much clearer than that world, and it's just as hard everywhere - I've recently started planning some dangerous things to vent my stress.

After overwork, some people will slowly recover their spirits even if they don't do anything, stretch their waist and immediately feel uplifted, relatives, friends and wives can leave their fatigue and happiness with a few kind words, and Meimei will sleep like a mobile phone restoring factory settings. And some people can only continue to snatch pleasure from the stimulation, knowing the danger, but torturing their internal organs in danger again and again, until they really want to die, and the tip of the knife is about to slash to the neck, only to scream and be satisfied.

After living in a high-pressure environment for a long time, the lack of pressure and stimulation of entertainment can no longer satisfy the more and more perverted heart.

And my entertainment today - stealing Kelsey's panties.

The bits and pieces of handwriting on the notebook record Kelsey's daily itinerary and some personal information, for which I have gone through countless archival records and asked many operators, but the information I get is still very limited, and at the same time too vague...

She seems to be closely monitoring any information about herself, with little information of any use on the surface.

It's like three years of combat experience, it's obvious that there are a few zeros missing, and it's also very suspicious to fill in Rhode Island, physical strength, battlefield mobility, physiological tolerance, and combat skills are all talking nonsense with their eyes open, and the tactical planning column is directly written unknown, and they are not even willing to make up data to perfunctory me, and the files on the island are full of fake and outrageous records.

Until eight o'clock last night, I was lulling Amiya to sleep in that little beige room.

This kid has accumulated a lot of pressure on weekdays, and I occasionally obediently act as an emotional trash can, which can be regarded as a little compensation for her...

The translucent nightdress with lace, the black suspender belt contrasts with the fair skin, dimly outlining the small and delicate figure, and the carrot pattern is gently placed on the petite body.

"Doctor... As usual... All right?

I looked away and held out my finger to her with a shudder.

The quilt was kicked aside, the pale yellow light of the table lamp quietly illuminated her slightly arched upper body, and only the sound of saliva and slightly coquettish wheezing could be heard in the small room, and in the dim light, you could vaguely glimpse the gaps in the clothes - the delicate white skin, the slightly bulging breasts, the porcelain-smooth lower abdomen, and the pink navel like cherry blossoms...

"Doctor—"

she ruffled her hair, revealing her seductive neck, her light strands scented.

There is a conspicuous kiss mark on the bare skin.

"The Doctor's sleep is so bad...""

It hurts!!"

She gently bit my fingertips, leaving a faint tooth mark.

I slowly recalled the grotesque dream I had last night, and I guess I thought she was some kind of food...

"I was booked to talk about business at the ball,"

she puffed out her face and stared at me angrily.

"This... Dr. Kelsey must not be allowed to see it—"

She lowered her head slightly, as if she couldn't bear to catch a glimpse of the vague flush, the saliva left by licking still on the corners of her mouth.

"Will she go too?"

I played with her long hair, the supple strands of hair leaking out of my fingertips with gravity.

"Hmm... The person in charge is in attendance, which is a very important cooperation.

She obediently asked me to cover the quilt, and the corners of her eyes wrinkled unconsciously.

When it came to the ball, her face was undisguised with tiredness, and it was clear that she would have been more or less forced to cover it up a little before. Is it because of my lazy appearance that she has infected her, or has she trusted me more...

"That's really hard."

"yes... Maybe I'll be bothering you again next week.

She smiled at me and fell asleep amid my kind voices.

Then start stealing it today next week.