The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

Everyday life is always boring and boring.

I looked at my watch, it was time to deliver food again, and I stepped out into the hallway, holding some small toys that I had bought everywhere.

The secret door was well hidden, and I crouched down and carefully groped for the bare wall, and after touching it for a long time, I could barely feel a protrusion that seemed to be nothing.

With a slight twist, a small crack appeared in the seemingly smooth wall, and I struggled to get through the small entrance with my side.

In the dark, I unscrewed the door.

She didn't pounce out of the door as usual.

The small room was empty.

The afternoon sun shines through the narrow glass windows, and the already dimly lit room looks a little foggy. It was then that I realized that the quilt on the bed seemed to be covered with something.

The little one, huddled in a lump, squirmed restlessly, and the small dark room echoed with a gasp of gnats.

With nothing to do, it seems to me that she will have no problem sleeping until dark.

But for an adolescent girl, it is still not healthy to lie in bed all day, and perhaps to scare her, I quietly approached the edge of the bed.

Just gently lifted the corner of the quilt, a stream of heat gushed out, and the girl's body fragrance mixed with the smell of shower gel made me a little dizzy.

The little thing jerked and let out a cute weird scream.

Probably realizing that I was coming, she suddenly froze there, clutching the quilt tightly and curling into a smaller ball.

How do you sleep at your age? Get up! I

jerked the quilt away from her hand.

The long silver-gray hair was casually draped on the bed, and the sweat-soaked part was glued to herself, and she was already petite and curled up on the bed like a frightened little rabbit, only a thin shirt was put on her upper body, and the girl's smooth and slender legs were exposed to the slightly cool air.

This shirt... It's familiar.

The shirt was also stained with sweat, faintly revealing the flesh color and the outline of underwear.

Maybe I'm moving too fast, or maybe she's too immersed in her own world, even if I lift the quilt, she still closes her eyes tightly, and she sucks the smell of the clothes in her hands mercilessly, and her whole face is buried in... A pair of pants.

These pants too... It's familiar.

That's when I noticed that the sheets seemed to be partially wet.

This guy....

I knocked her on the head.

She opened her eyes in a daze, with a dazed expression that she hadn't woken up, her big gray pupils were full of tears, and her face was as red as a thin-skinned persimmon that would break when it was hit.

"Uh-huh-

" "Get up, bring you some little toys, and come by... Uh, wash the quilt for you

" "Bo, doctor? Dream?" she muttered inarticulately, rubbed her eyes, and lazily rolled over.

I pinched her face hard.

"That's right, it's a dream - get up, or I'll hit you in the ass"

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her eyes widened when she saw that it was me next to the bed, and quickly threw aside the pants in her hand, and quickly buried her whole face in the pillow.

"It's not true, it's not true—" she repeated the words over and over again, arching herself exaggeratedly.

"Hey, Miss Misha—" I gestured to the hem of her shirt, her white panties were soaked with sweat and slightly yellowed, and even the small black bow decoration on them was visible.

"No, don't look at it!!" she grabbed my head and pressed it against her chest.

Now I really couldn't see anything, and I was blinded by immature evil, and she pushed me out of the room.

"Please, please... You'll come back later, please," she said, looking awkwardly to the side, in a tone that bordered on pleading.

"But I still have to help you wash the quilt..."

"Ahhhh!!hh

The shirt and pants are obviously mine...