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"Oh, for god's sake, you went on to a prestigious university! You have such a short memory? Look at you! How quickly you forget! Remember you went to the police station? I was the one who interrogated you. Ring any bells?"

Hazel tilted her head and waved her hand, murmuring,

"Hey, stop being loud! You are making me nauseous!"

"What? Nauseous?"

Before Bradley got that, Hazel already stumbled towards the bathroom.

"Hey, wait! Be careful. Let me help you."

Looking at the punk lying on the ground, Bradley hesitated for a moment while other police officers came over.

He went over to explain what had happened and then handed his gun over to them.

"Hey you guys take care of this. I ... I got a family emergency. Gotta go."

Bradley hurriedly made up an excuse and ran towards the bathroom.

"Hazel! Hazel Hoffman!"

He ran to the bathroom, only to find that no one was there.

"Oh man, where did she go? Where is she? She is drunk! For god's sake, she is driving me crazy!"

He hurriedly walked down a street to find her.

Finally, he saw her staggering on a street.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait! I'm gonna take you home!"

Bradley ran forward as fast as he did when he was in the running races at the police academy, and finally caught up with her.

"Hazel, Hazel! Wait!"

***

"Get your hands off me! You dickhead!"

Hazel shouted and stamped while frowning.

When she pushed him away, she got wobbled like a tumbler, which made Bradley worried.

Finally, she fell into his arms, and her head hit his chest. It hurt.

"Hey, you stay on campus? What's your dorm number?"

Bradley held her and asked gently.

While Hazel was just gasping for breath, like an old bull.

After a while, she still didn't answer him, so he rubbed her face and asked,

"Hey, say something! It's cold. We can't just stand on the street all through the night! Come on. Say something! What's your dorm number? I'm taking you there."

Hazel rubbed her face against his chest as if she was gonna tell him her address. But to his surprise, she didn't. Instead, she began to cry loudly.

....

was stunned and

patted her

was not yelling at you. Why

begging you now. Stop

make me want to

just kept crying, cars besides

Leaning against Bradley, she

tears wet

was heartbroken. After all, the leather

Why the hell are you crying like this? What's going

these monotonous sentences. All he

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

face covered with tears, raised her head, and squeezed

she would probably say something like "Thank you" or

she blinked and said four

"I am so sleepy."

her head and fell asleep

You can't do

You really have

at you. Sleeping like a

god's sake, remember, you made me, Hazel. Don't blame

later, Bradley, the policeman, brought the sleeping Hazel back to

place. But, don't get me wrong. I'm not thinking about anything. It's you. You don't tell me

I won't take anything from people and of course, I'll do nothing

and put Hazel on his

face was kind

Her hair was sticking to it. There

was no way to see her beautiful

Bradley couldn't

beautiful women are a mess when

his head and sighing, he went to the bathroom. He soaked

after cleaning up her face, Bradley was

bathroom in the middle of the night, he was shocked by the fact that there was a woman sleeping on his

shocked was that her thighs

***

slept pretty hard,

kicked away the quilt

up by her, which made

the middle of the

then tucked her in

went to the bathroom, he found he got an erection.

she's hot even in

of the conclusions he

***

came back, he found that

late, two o'clock in the morning. But Atwood Smith was still drinking tea in the living room with the

are you

why were you still up late in