After checking in for the night shift, Afra fastened his seat belt and drove home.

The thunder rumbled and continued for a while, but the rain did not let up at all, but became heavier and heavier.

The visibility was too low. Afra drove very slowly and turned on the fog lights and double flashers. This road leading to the cemetery is very remote, located on the outskirts of the city. There is not a single soul on the road. Apart from the sound of heavy rain, there are only lonely car lights and the swaying windshield wipers on the entire road.

The night was dark. The screen of her mobile phone lit up, and several messages popped up on it.

Colleague Sami: Sister Afra, why don't you drive back? It's raining too hard. There have been several yellow safety warnings issued in City A recently. It may not be very safe in the middle of the night.

Colleague Sami: Why don't you go back to work and spend the night? Yesterday there was news about a rear-end collision due to bad weather. We are in the middle of nowhere and there is no hospital within fifty miles of the accident.

Afra glanced over from the corner of his eye but didn't reply. She calculated the distance and found that she was already here. It was not too far away from her home. No matter how heavy the rain was, it was almost there. If she turned around at this time, something would be more likely to happen.

Just as she was thinking this, the headlights of the car that were slowly moving forward suddenly illuminated a broken piece of metal, a bumper that had been knocked off. She subconsciously braked slowly, but there was a sudden appearance within the range of the lights. More and more metal fragments were coming, and when she stopped, the light of the car lights just enveloped the two cars that collided.

One of them only damaged the front of the car, the glass above was all broken, and there was no one in the car. The other one was hit in pieces and the shape of the vehicle could no longer be seen at all, and even the license plate was torn into pieces.

Hiss... You may not see a car in this shabby place for three to five days, but when you see it, it crashes like this? Afra took a breath and took out his cell phone to call the police. Just after he pressed two buttons, a hand suddenly stretched out from the "ruins" of the scrapped car in front and clasped it on the cracked license plate. Blood flowed from his arm. It trickled down and spread scarlet red.

 Afra was stunned for a moment: "...he turned into a ghost so quickly."

 The hand suddenly dropped.

 She felt excited all over: "Holy shit, it seems like a living person."

She couldn't entirely blame her for her slow response. After all, when she works in a cemetery, except for a few colleagues and a few clients, the humanoids she comes into contact with the most are usually not breathing.

Afra put down her cell phone and got out of the car without even holding an umbrella. Although she likes to be quiet and has a bit of social anxiety, her biggest advantage is that she is willing to help others. She has always liked to help others since she was a child, and she shines brightly without asking for anything in return. This is called kindness.

Her kind heart suddenly took off, she removed the scrapped car door and put her head in to fish for the person. There was a man in a suit and leather suit inside. His hair was disheveled. When she dragged him out, he was wet from the rain, and his fingers were dripping with blood.

"Are you still awake?" Afra reached out and patted his face. Her hands were faster than her eyes. She just patted him once, but stopped after the second pat.

The man's hair was soaked in the rain and stuck to his cheeks. The exposed face was extremely handsome, with a high and straight nose bridge and graceful jawbones. His long eyelashes were wetted by the water and stuck together. Drops of water drip down.

Afra, who was willing to help others, paused with his palms, and was so handsome that he remained silent for a second, and said: "You look a bit ungrateful."

The man in the suit fainted and became unresponsive. Afra pulled her eyes away from him, and then checked his body. Well, there were a lot of external injuries. The bones should not be broken to the touch. Compared with internal injuries... it looked more like he had fainted from force. .

Ouch, if it falls into my hands, just burn some incense. Afra was in a good mood and praised herself. Not everyone can do this obligatory feat of rescuing people.

She avoided the wound, hugged the man's waist and moved him to the passenger seat to prevent him from being injured and died in the rain. Afra closed the car door, read the news and thought about it - this place is too far away from the hospital. She has a medical kit at home, so she might as well take it home and treat his injuries first, since it is close at hand anyway.

 But doing this is very risky...or else don't get into trouble.

Afra touched the steering wheel and pondered, flipping through the phone number of the city hospital. Just as he was about to dial, his eyes suddenly glanced at the outline of the man's abdominal muscles holding up the fabric.

 Her hand paused.

The man in the suit's coat was covered in blood and she left it outside. This man was only wearing a white shirt, and his tie was still tied around his neck, but it was a little loose. The wet shirt could not block anything at all, revealing the neat abdominal muscles, arranged one by one on the abdomen, looking strong and strong, and particularly attractive.

Afra looked at it for a while and swallowed. She pressed her head and shook her head slowly: "No, if you die in my house, who can you ask to explain it? What's the use of a beautiful corpse..."

 As she spoke, her eyes moved upward uncontrollably.

Not to mention the neat abdominal muscles, if you glance up a little further, you can see the plump and well-exercised chest muscles. It was bulging under the white shirt, as if trying to push the rag open, and the button was so tight that it was trembling. It looked like it was trying very hard to block the man's broad chest...

 Afra wiped the corners of her lips subconsciously.

As for her, the biggest flaw in her body is... she's a bit lustful.

Lust is human nature. She doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. Who in the world doesn't want to be lustful? Who doesn't like Sese! She used to think it was a minor problem and nothing to worry about.

But now it's a bit in the way. Afra touched her lustful head and drove home without knowing what was going on. It wasn't until she put the man in the suit on the bed and squatted on the ground to look through the medicine box that she suddenly woke up like a dream. , stared at the bandage in his hand for a while.

 She raised her head and looked at the man on the bed.

 He looked at his hands again.

"What a misstep." Afra slapped the back of his hand and muttered in frustration, "What are you doing! What are you doing! Getting into trouble again, and—"

 The man on the bed groaned in pain.

Afra stood up immediately and sat next to him with trauma medicine and bandages. She stretched out her hand, uncovered the remaining clothes on the man's body, and concentrated on cleaning the man's wounds, disinfecting and bandaging them.

 The wound is soaked and turned white... Damn, those are such big chest muscles.

Afra shook his head violently and patted his face to drive away the strange thoughts.

This trauma is so deep, you can almost see the bones... Ouch, this waist is weirdly thin, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, this figure...

 She twisted her thigh and almost slapped herself.

The legs are not broken, so why are there so many small wounds... Hiss, they look quite small...

The helpful Afra kept silent to himself for a few seconds, turned his head away, clasped his hands together, and said to the man in the suit: "Forgive me, I am here to save you, and I don't mean to have evil thoughts on purpose."

The man on the bed was lying there honestly just now, half-bandaged, but he was shaking as if he was feeling uncomfortable, and half of the wounds on his body were bleeding. He was breathing heavily, and his face felt hot, as if it was burning.

Oops, the trauma plus being exposed to the rain will cause a big problem when it comes to burning. Afra immediately regained consciousness and held him down to keep him still. Before she could find a good place to start, the sheets were wrinkled by him. This strong, lean, healthy body that was pleasing to the eye just looked at her. The little floral sheets twisted and moved.

 Afra: "..."

 This scene is almost illegal on TV.

Just when she was in a daze, the man suddenly got the strength from nowhere, reached out and grabbed her wrist, and tightened it suddenly. This scarred body was in real contact with her, exchanging each other's body heat and hugging her. Pressing her down at the end of the bed, the single bed creaked weakly and injured——

 Soft and elastic muscles pressed her down.

Afra felt like she was sealed. A man who was injured and had a fever, and who had just lost strength and fainted, was actually able to suppress her... This way of suppressing her was so disgusting!

 ...but so soft.

 How could any man have such big breasts?

Afra's mind cleared for a second. She looked at the ceiling silently and heard the hoarse, extremely weak whisper of the man in her ear: "Help..."

 "It was saved." She said, touching her conscience, "I am working hard to save it."

 "Detoxification..."

"Detoxification?" Afra pulled his face and checked carefully, "Are you poisoned? It shouldn't be. My examination will not go wrong..."

The man didn't say anything else. He buried himself in Afra's neck, like an unruly canine, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit her. There was no bleeding, but the sharp teeth left a red mark on the white neck.

"What do you mean? You are seducing!" Afra was bitten so hard that he trembled. She licked her teeth and squeezed out each word into his ear, "I am a serious person, will I be fooled by you?" ?"

The man's ears were itched by the heat of her words. He shook his head to avoid it like a small animal, then grabbed her shoulders and bit her lips.

 "You..." Afra's eyes trembled.

She looked at the face in front of her. She still looked dazed. The long eyelashes that were wet and stuck together were trembling slightly. Through the eyelashes, she could see a pair of light brown eyes that were almost amber. Dazed, as if a little delirious.

 Afra looked at him and licked her lips.

 What does it mean to be beautiful and delicious?

 Isn't this called beautiful and delicious?

She suddenly raised her hand to hold the man's cheek, stared at him and asked: "Do you have a wife or a girlfriend? I am a very moral person..."

The man squinted his amber eyes, and his expression looked a bit pure and charming. The man lowered his head and leaned into Afra's arms, nuzzling her like a kitten or puppy. While shaking his head in denial, he said in a hoarse voice: "My family doesn't allow it..."

 "Why won't your family let you?"

"...This is my first time." He replied drowsily, as if talking in his sleep, and even held her hand to touch her arm, "Shou Gongsha..."

"You think you're filming a TV series and guarding Gongsha." Afra didn't believe this. She withdrew her hand, grabbed the man's damp hair, and lowered her voice, "I'll find out if she's a virgin or not. "