Soon he got warm water and took out the pills for me.
I didn't even look at the pills carefully, so I trusted him almost unconditionally and swallowed them all.
He lowered the passenger seat and suddenly leaned over.
I was taken aback, not knowing what he was going to do, so I subconsciously stretched out my hand to block him.
"I'll give you a head massage, and it will relieve you a lot.
I'm a professional."
Only then did I let go of my hand.
His long fingers pressed gently on my head.
It was indeed very comfortable.
He wasn't lying, he was indeed a professional.
It's just that the way he leaned over was too close to me, which made me feel very stressed.
If someone saw me, they would think that I was doing something with him in the car.
"Relax, why are you so nervous?
I won't eat you.
If I want to eat, I will choose more delicious meat."
He actually noticed my nervousness.
As I said that, I raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.
The car was warm and cozy, and I really relaxed slowly, feeling very tired all over.
"You can try to relax a little more.
This will help relieve your headache.
Imagine a grassland.
There are a group of sheep there.
You can try to count how many there are.
One, two, three.
You are so tired.
You are tired.
I can’t even open my eyelids.”
When I woke up, I found that I was covered with his coat and the air conditioner was very hot, not cold at all.
My head aches no longer and I feel very energetic.
I got up all of a sudden, "How can I sleep?"
Before I finished speaking, I forced myself to swallow the rest of the words because I found that his head was tilted to one side and he was asleep.
Looking at the time on the dashboard, it was already twelve o'clock.
Most of the shops on the street have closed, the snow is falling harder, the street has been paved, and there are almost no pedestrians.
The light from the streetlight shines through the car window, and his angular face can be vaguely seen.
I haven't come home at such a late hour.
I looked at my cell phone.
It was not turned off, but there was no missed call.
I haven't come home at such a late hour, and Chen Nian didn't even call me to ask about it.
My heart started to feel cold again.
I adjusted the seat to normal height and sat there blankly.
I feel so empty in my heart that I don’t know what to do.
If I choose to go back now, I'm worried that no one will open the door for me.
On such a cold day, they must have fallen asleep long ago.
If I provoke them, I'm afraid I'm asking for trouble.
But if I don’t go back and my mother-in-law asks tomorrow, how should I answer that I sat in his car with a strange man all night?
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When I say this, I’m afraid I can’t even believe it myself.
At this time, An Ming, who was next to me, may have had numb feet, so he adjusted his posture and put his hand on my leg.
I immediately felt that this was inappropriate, and quickly picked up his hand to shake it off, but felt that it was too much, so I could only gently put it down.
Unexpectedly, he woke up at this moment and said, "What are you doing with my hand?"
I was very embarrassed, so I quickly put his hand down, but in my panic I forgot to shake it off, and instead put it on my own leg.
He turned his head, his eyes were very bright under the dim light, and he looked at me meaningfully.
I.
"You want me to touch your leg" he asked.
I wanted to slap myself.
He was obviously the one who molested me in my sleep, but now I wanted him to touch my legs.
What the hell was going on: