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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.

....

stunned and

patted her and explained

not yelling at you. Why are you crying? Please,

begging you now. Stop crying. You hear

me

crying, cars besides going

breeze seemed to freeze her heart. Leaning against

wet his

this, Bradley was heartbroken. After all, the

Why the hell are you crying

had been repeating these monotonous sentences. All he

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

rubbed her face covered with tears, raised her head, and

probably say something like "Thank you" or "I'm

surprise, she blinked and said

"I am so sleepy."

she titled her head and

Hey! You can't

have a thick skin, don't

look at you. Sleeping like a stone. What am I gonna

me, Hazel. Don't blame

the policeman, brought the sleeping Hazel back to

get me wrong. I'm not thinking about anything.

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

put Hazel on his

kind of in a

sticking to it. There was also

way to see her beautiful

like this, Bradley

beautiful women are a

bathroom. He soaked a towel with hot

him. So after cleaning up her face, Bradley was so tired. He then

the bathroom in the middle of the night, he was shocked by

him even more shocked was that her thighs and underwear were

***

She slept pretty hard, didn't

away the quilt that had been

up by her, which made her straight legs and the cute cartoon underwear laid

in the middle of the night, Bradley

her in again, hands

found he got

hot even in that cartoon

was one of the

***

that his

Smith was still drinking tea in the living room with the lights

What are you doing

you still up late in the