The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

The huge theater was packed with people, and the vast crowd poured in from the entrance, and the ground trembled with the sound of noisy footsteps.

There are still a few ticket sellers wearing masks at the entrance, even in the current era of science and technology, the concerts of big stars still use paper tickets, and the original tickets of less than 1,000 were easily sold out at a price of tens of thousands, and the performance was about to start, and the people next to the ticket sellers were still in an endless stream, and dozens of sky-high tickets were really sold out in just a few dozen minutes. I had to look at the beautiful little girl next to me, she was greeting the fans in a friendly way, and she looked lively and cute at every glance and smile, but I couldn't help but recall the sloppy appearance of her sleeping on my stomach last night - her hair was disheveled and knotted, her crumpled male shirt, her messy sleeping position, her childish panties exposed unsuspectingly, the saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth... I suddenly felt that I had saved tens of thousands of dollars invisibly, and I couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

We came to the stage through a secret passageway, and the spotlights didn't seem to be angled yet, and the light flashed so hard that I could barely open my eyes. The faces of the audience in the front row were full of excitement, they wore conspicuous love headbands on their heads, and they wore cultural shirts printed with empty cute images, while the people on the side held up huge billboards with exaggerated sizes, which read "Kong Bao, I love you" and "Kong Sauce pushes all my life", and there are also some anti-sky slogans such as "Kong Bao, I want to go to your elementary school" and "I want to use your shoes as a teacup", and even burn incense in place, and the people around are still very interested in forming a circle, wisps of purple smoke drifting into the air, and a golden sculpture in a swimsuit is enshrined in the middle.

From the stage, there were dense crowds of people as far as the eye could see, countless glow sticks waving in the air, some fandom in uniform had already danced in support, and some were crazy shouting empty names and some indecent words from the audience.

The boy sat calmly at the dresser, boredly playing with the roses on the table, a ball of a hundred of them, arranged in the shape of her face in a delicate frame, and looked like a, and it seemed that it had taken a lot of thought. The fan who gave this thing just now saw her crying directly on the spot, and he was moved to tears when he took a photo, but when he left, he seemed to have experienced life and death, and the old fat house in his forties rolled on the ground crying and making trouble, and was finally carried away by several people... During this period, several makeup artists and young ladies were busy beside her, repeatedly confirming the problem of makeup and dress, so to speak, in addition to her, the tuner, the lighting engineer, the person in charge of the venue, and the security guards on the scene - everyone's expressions were serious, like soldiers who were not ready before the war.

"You-aren't nervous at all..."

"Huh? does that look like that?" she leaned back in front of the dresser, her right hand propping her cheek, her silky hair leaking out of her fingers with the weight of her hair, and her small face crooked into a charming angle. After a while, she turned to look at me and winked playfully at me. Now it's just the two of us in the prep room, and everyone else is going to make the final preparations.

"After all, it's been many times..."The face that was still full of vitality just now suddenly shrugged down, and the elegant aura dissipated in an instant, she yawned greatly, her hands pinched the hem of her skirt and fanned it up and down wantonly, and Bai Xuan's thighs loomed, "Could it be... Doctor scared?" She gave a sweet, provocative smile and stared at my face with interest, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "

Who... Who's afraid, it's not me who went up

-" "The person who just held me in the car and kept shaking is-who-what~~" She hugged her two little hands in front of her chest, and writhed her body in a pretended flattering manner, as if she was imitating my appearance in the car, and her subdued tone repeatedly teased my anger, "And-it's okay to hug it, it's just... Can you light it up, it will leave a mark..."

"Okay, well, I've lost to you, oh, this-" I handed her a thumb-sized plastic capsule, which, according to Lucille, would have stabilized her mind by carrying it on her body, though it didn't seem necessary now...

Her face turned red, and her relaxed demeanor disappeared, and she suddenly got up from her chair, looked at the capsule in my hand, and looked at my face repeatedly, showing a rare expression of nervousness.

"You... Seriously?"

I scratched my head, not daring to look her in the eye.

She

puffed out her soft cheeks and stared at my face angrily, then she hesitantly took what I was holding and walked to the door without saying a word,

"You will... Be responsible. She said this and disappeared behind the door, leaving me in the house in confusion.