"Hey, where are you going?" He followed as he spoke.

"Get out of here!" I threw him away like a fly, and there was a stinging pain in my elbow, and the wicked man dodged my attack with a dodge of it, and then came back with a hippie smile.

I ignored him, bit my lip, and walked briskly to the station, as if my knee was also bruised, and I kept rubbing against my pants as I walked.

I hadn't taken a few steps when he suddenly grabbed me, looked down at me, held my cheek with his warm palm, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" Did you just fall and get hurt? ”

I stubbornly avoided his palm, thinking to myself, it's not all your fault!

Seeing that I didn't speak, and didn't look at him, the evil man took care of himself to help me check it, and took out the paper towel he carried with me to help me wipe off the dust and fine sand on my elbows, because some places had broken skin and oozing blood, he wiped it very carefully and carefully, the broken skin was very painful, and the moment it was scratched by the tissue, I gasped.

The wicked man glanced at me, raised my arm, and blew carefully while wiping, I trembled slightly, my heartbeat suddenly was very fast, and I didn't know what to do for a while, so I had to cover my panic in a cold tone, and said, "Don't worry about it!" ”

He grabbed me as I turned around, and the place on my knee rubbed against my pants again, and my movements immediately stopped, just biting my lip vigorously to prevent myself from making any sound.

"What's wrong? Did you break your knee too? Seeing this, the wicked man squatted down while supporting me, and I didn't answer him, but just kept protecting my knees.

Without saying a word, he took my hand away, then gently pulled my trouser leg high, and then said anxiously, "Does it hurt?" Move it to see if it hurts your bones. ”

I bent down to take a look, my knees were red and purple, and there were a few cuts made by the stones and sand, but they were all skin injuries, and I couldn't help muttering, "What a fuss!" ”

The wicked man ignored my words and began to check my knees, still nagging from time to time, "When will you learn to take care of yourself?" Always make a bunch of injuries to yourself, how can people rest assured? What would you do without me? Who will take care of you? Who's going to rub the medicine for you? Who finds you when you get lost? Who protects you when you're in danger......"

The whispered complaint with a hint of inadvertent tenderness made me lose my mind for a while, and only when I was picked up in the air did I exclaim, "What are you going to do?" Put me down. ”

"Don't move, you have injuries on your hands and feet, don't hurt yourself again." He hugged me and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

"And where are you taking me?" He also seemed to have drunk a lot of alcohol, and the smell of alcohol on his body was free to play in the air

"Go home."

"Whose house are you going back to?"

"Back to my house, of course!"

"Why do you want to go back to your house? Put me down! ”

"Don't move, if you move again, you'll fall."

“……”