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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 and explained

cry. I was not yelling at you. Why are you

Stop

you make me

cars

her heart. Leaning against Bradley, she kept crying

tears wet

this, Bradley was heartbroken. After all,

are you crying like this? What's going

hour, he had been repeating these monotonous

***

Finally, Hazel gradually stopped.

rubbed her face covered with tears, raised her head,

that she would probably say something like "Thank

surprise, she blinked and said

"I am so sleepy."

she titled her head and fell asleep in

You can't

on. You really have

Sleeping like a stone. What am

made me, Hazel. Don't blame me for

brought the sleeping Hazel back

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

anything

put Hazel on his

was kind of in a

sticking to it. There was also

to see

her like this, Bradley couldn't help

beautiful women are a mess when they’re

and sighing, he went to the bathroom. He soaked a towel with hot water and wiped

So after cleaning up her face, Bradley was so tired. He then slept on the floor beside the

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

made him even more shocked was that her thighs and underwear were exposed

***

lord! She slept pretty hard,

away the quilt that

skirt had been rolled up by her, which made her straight legs and the cute cartoon underwear

of the night,

then tucked her in

found he got an erection. He

she's hot even in that

was one of the conclusions he

***

he found that his

was very late, two o'clock in the morning. But Atwood Smith was still

What are you

up late in