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Chapter Twenty-Seven

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    Lu Feng accompanied me to see a doctor immediately, and the conclusion was "severe allergies". The most likely source of allergies was the medicine I took this morning.

    Lu Feng felt sorry for me, "I knew you were so troublesome, so I wouldn't have given you medicine casually. However, I really didn't have anything wrong with taking that medicine myself."

    I just looked at my face that was about to swell into half a pig's head with a frowning face, "What should I do now?" The red spots and patches on my face and body had already "encircled the city from the countryside", and it was extremely itchy and horrible.

    I called the company to ask for leave, took anti-allergic medicine, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep all afternoon.  If last night was a prank, now I am being punished for my irresponsibility.

    ?In the evening, someone rang the doorbell, several times, but I didn't answer the door, because I thought it might be Wu Li, and I didn't want her to see me as I am now.  I'm afraid to look at my face, don't tell others.

    At night, the phone rang over and over again until I finally picked up the receiver.

    Wu Li asked anxiously on the other end of the phone: "What's wrong with you?"

    "It's nothing." I tried to make my voice sound calmer, "I'm sleeping."

    "That's it," her voice calmed down, she paused, and asked again: "Awen, you, do you feel any discomfort?"

    "No," my face became hot and the itching doubled.  Rubbing my face with my palms, I said into the microphone, "I'm fine, really."

    "I'll come and see you."

    "No, no, no," I cried, "don't come."

    "I'll be leaving in a while."

    "No, II don't want to see you now, I really don't want to, so I beg you not to come!" I was anxious, and my voice raised several degrees.

    "Are you still mad at me?"

    "I'm not angry with you anymore, but I don't want to see you either. I'm going to bed now. Let's talk about it later. That's it." I almost begged her.

    "Awen," her voice was extremely gentle, "I will never lie to you again. Never again."

    "Well, that's good." Probably due to the effect of anti-allergic drugs, my eyelids were too tight to open, and my head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, "That's how it is."

    I hung up the phone, and immediately got back into the quilt and fell asleep.  When I woke up, it was the next morning, my face and body were no longer so itchy, most of the lumps had flattened, and the red spots were not too obvious.  I washed my face and went to work.

    Under a long red light, the dazed mood of yesterday morning rushed to his mind again: what is Wu Li thinking now?  Besides not lying, what promise can she make to me?  I don¡¯t know when, and I don¡¯t know who started, everyone said that ¡°sex¡± and ¡°love¡± should be separated, no matter whether it is really chic or not, at least learn to be chic, and I think I am no exception.  However, from the bottom of my heart, I still can't help but question: How much weight does "sex" have if there is not enough "love"?  I tried to use "sex" to justify "love," and I did, but only one thing: it was frustrating.

    ? When I saw Wu Li again, I tried my best to pretend to be calm, and she seemed to understand it too. In short, we all never said anything about what happened the day before.  When we were alone, I always worried that she would ask again, because then I would have to discuss the awkward topic of "taking measures" with her, but she didn't bring it up again, and she was just more considerate to me.

    There is a book that says that if a man has a relationship with a woman, a substance will be secreted in his body to make her feel attached to that man.  I used to think this kind of statement was sensational, but now it seems reasonable. After that farce-like "first night", I found that I really seemed to be more attached to Wu Li.  The same book also said that men tend to lose interest in women who have already had sex with her as their "occupation zone".  I hope that author is talking nonsense.

    For my birthday that year, Wu Li gave me a small, red mobile phone with 500 minutes of talk time per month. She set her mobile number as the first shortcut key on my mobile phone, "In this way  , you can come to me anytime.¡± I said, ¡°I may not be free to visit you.¡± But I was very moved.

    In October this year, Wu Li went to Hangzhou.  She stuffed the two boxes into the trunk of the Dodge car, rubbed her hands, and said with a smile, "Awen, take care of yourself." I looked at the sunny smile on her face, and pulled her sleeves, "You  Don't leave me alone."

    "No." She stroked my head.

    I stretched out my hand and wanted to mess up her hair again, but I didn't think about it. Lu Feng said that it is bad luck to touch someone's head at this time, so he immediately retracted his hand.

    she seesNot bad, a little sexier than I originally thought.  "

    "Then what?"

    "Then we went our separate ways. When it was time to eat, there was a restaurant next door. I happened to set up a table with her. I had nothing to say, so I asked her that question by the way. She actually blushed."

    "Not everyone has thick skin like you. What else did you say?"

    "It's almost all her talking, this person probably doesn't know how to talk to men after leaving the hospital, how good is the gym, how well-equipped the facilities are, how reasonable the annual fee is, why does she go every week, it's so verbose,  No wonder you didn't get married at the age of thirty."

    "She told you she was thirty years old?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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