Chapter 2

Sweet Pea led him further down the alley, not back to the main road just now. He was curious, but still followed.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a shortcut.

It's just because it's dark and narrow, so few people notice it.

But for someone like Sweet Pea who had stayed in the area for three years, she couldn't help knowing.

He followed her to an apartment not far away.

She skillfully unlocked the door and waved her hand at him.

- Come in.

He was also really curious as to what this girl was thinking in her mind.

Late at night, I dare to bring a man I don't know home.

Especially that man had just threatened her.

Should I praise her for being too kind, or call her stupid for being too trusting?

He asked her in surprise, as if to reinforce his speculation.

- Is this your house? Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person, killing you to kill your mouth?

She grimaced, unsatisfied with his question, but still replied..

- If you don't come in, I'll let you bleed to death outside. Moreover, if you want to kill me, you should do it from the back of the alley so no one will know, don't be stupid to do it in my own house.

It's like you're telling the police, I'm not the killer.

The sour lemon-like tone of her porcupine ruffled her feathers in response not only didn't upset him, it surprised him.

Not that he was scared like a baby rabbit before, but now he has become a big wolf.

It's like two different people.

Without hesitation, he followed her into the house.

Although the house is not big, it is fully equipped and clean.

He chose a seat on the sofa for himself.

Not long after, she was seen returning with a large medical box in hand.

He asked surprised.

- Are you hurt a lot?

She coldly replied:

- No.

But being alone also learned a bit of common first aid knowledge, just in case.

He said "Ah" to show that he understood...

She carefully examined the blood on his body to locate the wound.

Putting the medical box on the table, her voice cold.

- Take off your shirt.

He didn't say another superfluous word, so he took off his shirt as she said.

From vests, ties to shirts.

His shirt had just left his body, and he was already squinting slightly at his wound.

This wound of his must also be about seven centimeters long.

But fortunately it wasn't too deep, otherwise she wouldn't know how to handle it.

She skillfully took out cotton and medical alcohol from the box, began to clean and disinfect the wound.

While doing and talking, like someone who is analyzing.

- It must have been a cut wound.

Looking at the knives they were holding just now, if it really hit, this arm of yours is really hard to tell.

- You know it too well, do you study medicine?

- Not majoring.

Take only one basic skills course.

I can only help you with the treatment, but I can't sew for you.

If you don't want to have a big scar, you should still go to the hospital.

- No need to go to the hospital, you can handle it for me.

No one talks to each other at.

She specializes in treating his wounds, and he is not convenient to disturb.

It was only when she was done that she spoke up.

- Done.

I'm a bit tired, go rest first.

You can stay for the night, or leave if you want.

Before he could reply, she quickly entered her room and locked the door.

She needed to shower and rest.

Otherwise, with this broken body, she wouldn't be able to wake up tomorrow.

He watched her back disappear straight behind the door and shook his head: "This woman really doesn't have anything to call guard."

He was left alone, he got up and walked around, observing her apartment.

Although the furniture is nothing too extravagant and abundant, it is still unique and comfortable.

Moreover, it is also neatly arranged and extremely clean.

His footsteps stopped, his eyes focused on a small picture frame that was placed near the TV shelf.

Strictly speaking, it was the picture of the girl who had helped him just now.

Only difference, the girl in the picture smiles brightly.

Her smile was sunny, attractive, hypnotizing, and he was also drawn to that smile.

"Clack."

The door to Sweet Pea's room opened once more.

As if afraid she would misunderstand that he had bad intentions, he took the initiative to explain first.

- I just want to take a tour of your apartment.

But don't worry, I don't mean bad.

She did not rush to answer his words, but went straight to the sofa, placing a thin blanket on the chair.

On her body is now a set of comfortable loose pajamas.

Perhaps she had showered and changed before.

She shook her head slightly, signaling to the blanket that she had just placed on the chair before speaking to him.

- It's up to you.

See what you want to see.

Having determined for him to stay is also unavoidable.

I left the blanket there, if you stay you can use it.

- Thank you.

May I know your name? I will repay you, I don't want to owe anyone anything.

- No, no need to repay.

It's already a good deed, there's no need to expect the other party to reciprocate.

- You don't need but I want. I don't like to owe someone else's favor.

To me, resentment is clear.

She felt a little annoyed with his obstinacy.

Didn't you say there's no need? Keep repeating what people don't want to do? She replied softly.

- Don't think too much.

I'm helping you because I see you're from the country S... In this far away country, I met a person of the same nationality...! It's not easy.

She let out a long yawn, her eyelids heavy with the expression of rest.

If she hadn't met him, she would have been asleep by now.

She walked slowly to the room.

Don't forget to leave me a sentence.

- Sleep well.

He stared intently at her back.