Ahmed felt like he was having a dream.
His memory was very hazy. The only clear parts were the moment the car hit and the few minutes he spent fighting the attacker. The incident happened in the blink of an eye. Although he was injured and deprived of strength, he was sure that the other party would not be able to get better in his hands.
Then... what happens next...
He vaguely remembered a woman's voice and a vague warm touch. Her hair hung down from above, tickling her body. He vaguely remembered the shape of her lips, and the pain of the wound opening when she was held tightly.
Did something happen to him with someone else?
Ahmed opened his eyes as if awakened from a dream, and saw darkness in front of him. The lights were not turned on in the room, and what faced him was a piece of snow-white skin, with a slender neck and collarbone exposed, and a neck that was scarred with red marks from the canine teeth.
...It seems like he bit it.
Ahmed's brain was frozen, and his eyes were fixed there without moving. The two of them were still in the same bed. According to the vague feeling in the bed, he and this girl should have been honest with each other. This, this kind of thing...
Sleeping with a strange woman! If this kind of thing happens to a male vixen, he will be punished by his grandmother!
At this moment, Ahmed had already thought about the scenario of himself dying to apologize. He was worried and looked down at his right forearm - the bright red dot had indeed disappeared.
The room was extremely quiet, except for the even and slow breathing of the person next to him.
Ahmed's expression was stiff for a long time. He climbed out of the quilt gently. Countless thoughts quickly passed through his mind, and finally they gradually settled into one:
There is no other way.
If he doesn't turn this woman into his wife, his half-life practice and reputation will be ruined. Grandma said that virginity is the best dowry for a male vixen. Now that he has lost his virginity, even if he is in front of a forcefully twisted melon, he has to twist it off, otherwise he will have no shame in going home alive.
Ahmed exhaled gently, temporarily forcing his panicked heart back into his stomach. There were external injuries all over his body, and the wounds had been treated, but some of them had broken open due to the intense exercise later, and the clothes that were torn in a mess on the ground looked like they were no longer useful.
The vixen looked back at Afra who was sleeping.
She shouldn't be difficult to get along with if she can help him treat his wounds in that situation, right?
…
Afra slept well.
She was really exhausted last night, and she helped bring an adult man back, gave him medicine, and verified whether he was a virgin, but she was so busy for Miss Song that she felt comfortable enough. I was so sleepy that I slept until almost noon.
Afra stretched out and climbed out of the quilt like a cat. A lean and narrow waist like a leopard was exposed. He stretched his body and reached into the closet to find some clothes. He put them on sleepily, smacking his lips as he changed them.
Oops, yummy.
Although he is very young, the equipment parts are very good, his waist is strong, his legs are long, and his muscles are soft and elastic. Where are people? People should leave, right? Yes, we met by chance and fell in love. What is this? It means that we are destined to sleep in the same bed. It's really good...
Afra went out to wash up in a good mood. As soon as she wiped her face, before she walked to the kitchen, she saw a tall figure standing on the aged frosted door of her house. Afra's heart pounded, she pushed the door open and saw a smooth and firm back with red marks from scratches.
Afra glanced at her nails, raised her head again, and heard the sound of oil sizzling in the pot.
She didn't say anything immediately. She stared at the bandage on his arm and wondered, did he hurt it there last night? She turned her eyes again and saw that he was wearing his own white jackrabbit apron. The apron was so cool. The size of this apron was a bit small. The two straps tied to the back waist were in a precarious position and they were barely tied. , inserted into the lines of the spine, almost stuck between the muscles.
Although he is tall, he has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. There are finger marks on the side of his waist that she pinched out, one after another, mixed with the injuries he suffered yesterday. The blood marks and fingerprints are intertwined, as if he had been abused.
Afra licked her lips.
She withdrew her gaze and knocked on the door frame: "You haven't left yet?"
The person in front of her paused for a moment, turned her omelette over calmly, and said with her back to her: "Miss Afra, we have been lying on the same bed."
"Do you know my name?" Afra tapped her arm with her fingers, "Have you seen my ID?"
Yesterday, the situation was urgent, and the documents she carried were mixed with the clothes that were in the way, and they were all thrown on the floor. He got up early and it was normal to see him.
"I took the dirty clothes to wash and hung them to dry on the balcony," Ahmed said. "I saw them when I was looking in my pockets."
"Ah? Then my..."
"The underwear is hand-washed." He took out the omelette, and his ears felt a little hot. "I looked for the special laundry detergent."
Afra was speechless and choked. She stared at the man in front of her, thinking about it in her mind, which was not very good at dealing with beauty, and asked logically: "What do you mean? Do you want compensation? How much do you want?"
Ahmed turned around.
After he woke up, his amber eyes became even more beautiful. The sunlight approaching noon shone through the papered glass in the kitchen, covering this handsome face.
He looked at Afra, and their eyes met.
"According to our family's family motto," he said this very seriously, not joking at all, "I must marry you."
The two stared at each other for a full two minutes, and Afra almost doubted her ears. She reached out and patted her forehead, then shook her head, feeling that she had never done this in her dreams.
"ha?"
No...this is blackmail, right?
"Miss Afra." Ahmed came over. He lowered his body and looked up at her from below, looking into Afra's slightly lowered eyes. "What I said is true."
"You... let me tell you, you, the general manager of Shengya Group, a person who reads financial news every day, you want to say that you have been cheated and lost face, and you want to retaliate and extort my money and kill me, I believe this "You said you wanted to marry me..." She reached out and touched Ahmed's forehead, "Isn't the fever too severe?"
Ahmed hesitated: "You know..."
"When I pick you up, I have to see your ID." Afra said, "Although you are quite beautiful, if you really have a wife and children, I can't have anything to do with you. A man can't Pregnancy, just treat it like a dream. As soon as we close our eyes, we both forget about it and it's over."
Afra had already checked his identity when she dragged him home, and checked on his mobile phone. He indeed did not have a public girlfriend or wife. The question he asked last night was just to confirm that he did not have a partner in private.
After she said this, she wanted to pull away, but the other party immediately raised his hand to seal the other side of the door frame, and blocked her waist with his arm, right in the middle.
"Miss Afra." Ahmed looked at her very seriously with his amber eyes, "This matter is really important to me. If I don't follow the family motto, I will lose my family inheritance." Even this is the lightest result among all. .
Afra was wrapped in his arms and was about to refuse when her eyes suddenly saw his chest pressed by the edge of his apron. Her mind was stuck and she suddenly forgot what she was going to say.
The other party was too close, so close that you could see the marks on his chest pressed by the apron, as well as the finger prints made by unknown pinches last night...feel, touch...
When Afra was in a daze, Ahmed also looked down at himself because the sight was too obvious. His expression did not change, but his earlobes were burning hot, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he gritted his teeth to mentally build himself up.
He is a fox, and the stakes are very high. Seducing a woman is what a vixen does, otherwise...
Ahmed took a breath, moved the hand on Afra's waist, reached over and clasped her wrist, pulled it over little by little, and tentatively placed it on his chest——
The two of them had their hands hanging in the air. Before they could completely put them down, Afra suddenly realized that he suddenly pulled his hands back, turned his head and got out from the side, keeping a distance from Ahmed.
"What are you doing? Can you be more serious like this? You see you are not even wearing any clothes. What is the most important thing in a boy's family? Self-respect!"
Afra opened her mouth and talked a lot of nonsense, and then sat down after finishing it. She covered her face and rubbed it, controlling herself.
But these words fell in Ahmed's ears, which were similar to what his grandma said. The innocent vixen felt even more depressed. He sighed, poured the hot milk into the cup, and brought breakfast to Afra.
"Miss Afra," he whispered, "let's eat first. We can talk about this matter slowly."
"This matter cannot be discussed." Afra stood firm.
His cooking skills have been carefully learned since childhood. Even a simple breakfast is fragrant and just right. Ahmed did not mention the marriage for the time being, but said: "Eat first, as I repay your kindness for saving me."
Afra took the chopsticks doubtfully.
She was really hungry, after all, yesterday was all physically strenuous work. As soon as the breakfast was in her mouth, the other party's superb cooking skills came into play immediately, and she forgot about it as she ate.
Until the doorbell rings.
It's also an evil sect. Normally no one visits her for a month, but whenever she comes back to pick up a man, someone still comes over. Afra immediately became energetic. She looked at the man next to her who was only wearing an apron. She quickly dragged him into the bedroom and pointed to the closet: "There are my brother's old clothes under the closet. You can make do with them." It's probably my colleague, so don't say anything."
Before Ahmed could say anything, the bedroom door slammed shut.
After hiding him, Afra tied her hair up into a high ponytail, patted her clothes, and asked, "Who is it?" The person outside the door responded with an acquaintance's voice. She opened the door, and the sunlight outside was blocked. Most of his face was blurred against the light and shadow.
But there was no need to look at the face. Afra raised her eyelids and knew who was coming. She stepped aside half her body: "Tsk, Xiao Duan, this is so early in the morning..."
This is her former colleague, a subordinate who worked in the same unit before, and she has known him for several years.
"It's eleven o'clock, Sister Afra." Salim entered the room. He was wearing a black shirt. When he entered the house, he took off his coat and put it on the coat rack. He changed his shoes in a familiar manner and went in. His expression did not change until he suddenly saw a half-eaten breakfast on the table.
"Are you done with your work?" Afra said. "The yellow alerts have been issued non-stop a while ago. The people in the bureau are very busy. Didn't you hear that your team went to other cities to provide support? I see you have to do everything. Come back, this job is solved."
She picked up the unfinished milk glass and leaned against the cabinet to continue drinking.
"Isn't that right? I've been busy for too long and I'll come to see you as soon as I get back." Salim's eyes stayed on the breakfast for a while, then glanced at the kitchen. There was no one in it. He looked around and said casually, " The omelette was actually not burnt, and the sun came out in the west. "
"Ah..." Afra sipped the milk guiltily, "Don't you know that my cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds, become a school of my own, and are superb..."
"Come on." Salim laughed, "I asked you to come live with me and go to District 3. I'll take you to dinner. I'll take a look at your hands. Don't let the oil jump."
He took Afra's hand.
Before he could look, there was a bang in the bedroom, like something breaking. Salim's grip on her wrist suddenly tightened, and he turned his head and looked over: "Sister Afra, your family..."
"Picked one up..." Afra squeezed out from the base of his tongue, prolonged the sound, and finally settled on the species, "stray dog."
Salim looked at her for a long time and pointed to the balcony.
She looked over and saw the washed clothes fluttering in the wind, including Mr. Zhou's suit, socks, and men's underwear.
Afra: "..."
"What a good dog." Salim stared at her face, his expression a little unpredictable, and even his tone had a sense of neither yin nor yang, "He also knows how to wear clothes."
"It's over." In Afra's mind, her lifelong reputation, as well as Ahmed's half-life innocence, shattered to the ground with these words, turning into pieces of glass on the ground.
"Uh...Salim," but Miss Afra thought very quickly, "Everyone on the Internet says it's safe to hang some men's clothes..."
Salim said: "Are you trying to excuse that wild man?"
"Wild... okay, a bit wild." Afra said, "But I haven't raised anyone before. Your tone sounds like you're trying to catch an adulterer."
Salim stared at her eyes for a while, turned his head, and said as he walked: "Sister Afra, your identity is very special. Not to mention knowing a man with shady background, there is a porn seller who sent you a message to verify. We will all screen and trace carefully."
Afra clapped her hands and suddenly said: "No wonder the Internet police followed me so closely. They used me as a clue and arrested 28 porn dealers in three months."
His hand was already pressed on the bedroom door handle. His eyes twitched when he heard these words. He clenched his molar teeth and said nothing. Instead, he clenched the veins on the back of his hand and opened the door with force.
The door opened.
Salim stood at the door, his figure blocking most of the light. Afra stood on tiptoe and looked in, and saw Ahmed wearing her brother's old clothes, squatting on the ground to clean up the vase fragments. The hand was white and slender, with clear joints, broad and strong, and a white and boney wrist on it.
Her brother is not as tall as Ahmed, so this dress is obviously a little too small for him and seems stretched. But the tighter the clothes, the more he looked like a vixen. There, he squatted sideways to pick up fragments of a vase. The lines of his back, waist, and hips were all connected smoothly and sexyly, making Afra, the small bedroom where he had lived for many years, look like some kind of informal high-end club.