Chapter 58 The Elephant in the Room

Chen Sirong seemed to go back to those days wearing red velvet eye masks.When you can’t see your master, everything respects your true heart.

Feel the pain and feel love.

It's like walking in the tide of the night, the only way to not fall is to follow the tide.

For example, at this moment, if she returned to her room numbly, Chen Sirong had no doubt that she would fall on the carpet in pain.

Because of my cowardice and retreat.

After all, she had already clearly felt that the master was Caesar, and Caesar was the master.But the reason why he was reluctant to move forward was too simple, and Chen Sirong was afraid.

She knew very well that she would fall in love with her master even more hopelessly.When the owner's name is called Caesar, the reality gap is called Chen Sirong's timidity.

She doesn't have that confidence that they will last forever.It may be ridiculed if you say it, but Chen Sirong prays for eternal love.

She prayed that the water would not be erased by the firewood, rice, oil and salt would be flowing, and that the love would be trembling after thirty years.

But now that person is Caesar.The person who has had the whole world since birth, the person whose life trajectory may never coincide with her.

Chen Sirong is cautious and cautious, cowardly and cowardly.

After Xia Xiu, she has been trying to restrain her emotions and try to remain rational.

She failed the first two teams, and she failed to muster up the courage to walk to Caesar.

She was afraid that her concern would cause her to fall completely.

But today, James said others were in the hospital.

The moment I walked to the elevator, James' text message looked like a spell.

There is no need to think about pressing the down button, everything is Chen Sirong's instinct.

Do you know?

You can't stop a moth that is extinguishing the fire, even if she knows that this trip may be a journey without going back.

James' text message showed that the meeting was held an hour later and Chen Sirong's taxi arrived at St Andrew's Hospital twenty minutes later.

At the entrance of the hospital, Chen Sirong sent a message to Caesar.

Grace: I'm at the entrance of the hospital, can you tell me which ward you are in?

Caesar did not ask much about the news, but only said: I'll pick you up now.

Monza's summer is coming in full force, and Chen Sirong stands at the door in a black dress.

My forehead and back were already slightly wet with sweat, but my arms were so icy that it was so cold.

After a while, Chen Sirong saw Caesar walking out of the hospital gate. He was wearing a white shirt and dark gray trousers, and he couldn't tell where he got sick.

Chen Sirong's eyes were red in an instant, and she quickly walked forward.

Chen Sirong wanted to stretch out her arm to hug him, but she could only stand at a distance not close to him, restrained her worries, and asked him: Are you sick?

Caesar signaled her to come in with him first.

Chen Sirong kept looking at him, but still couldn't see where there was any injury.

I don't know you'll come, Caesar said, I'll be there later.

Chen Sirong shook her head: I'll leave in a while, I won't disturb you in the meeting.

Caesar took her into the elevator: No, Grace.I mean, would you like to stay with me for a little longer?

The hot flashes and some unknown emotions brought in outdoors caused more finer beads of sweat to emerge from Chen Sirong's forehead at this moment. She knew that it was a bit unknown to her coming today, but she couldn't stay calm and could not sit still anymore.

She has come to this point.

She raised her wrist and wiped off the sweat beads from her forehead at will, and her face that was raised was slightly flushed.

Will it be convenient?

Caesar looked at her: Grace, you know my answer.

He always knew how to make her cheeks redder, but Chen Sirong actually felt that the air-conditioned hospital was hotter than outside.But before she lost her mind, she took back her wrist and asked again: Are you injured?

The elevator door opened and Caesar took her into his ward.

A very spacious single room with a small reception room next to it.

Caesar stood beside the hospital bed and pointed his lower abdomen.

I went out to do business in the early morning yesterday and encountered a robbery while refueling at the gas station.

Chen Sirong suddenly felt worried: Have you been robbed?Did they hurt you?

Two gangsters snatched some of the things.I was also stabbed in the chaos.

His words were extremely plain, as if he was describing something very ordinary, but Chen Sirong's heart was tightly clamped into a ball.

She has heard a lot of news that she was robbed or even beaten when she went out in the middle of the night. When she first came to Italy, her friends here were warned not to go out after dark.

But Chen Sirong never expected that this would happen to Caesar.

Sorry, I shouldn't have let you come down to pick me up with your injuries.

It's not your fault.Caesar asked Chen Sirong what he wanted to drink.

Chen Sirong shook her head and said: Can you see your wound?

Caesar stopped standing in front of her, and for a brief silence, he asked: Are you sure, Grace?

Chen Sirong nodded inexplicably.

Then, Caesar raised his hand and gently unbuttoned the belt's buckle.

A familiar, crisp, and never forgotten sound.

The black, silver-shiny belt brought a slight cool tremor when leaning against her skin.

The belt about three fingers wide also brings extreme dull pain when it falls.

Chen Sirong was trembling all over, but now he said that he was simply confessing his dirty thoughts just now.And maybe he didn't think about this at all.

His eyes were only on his fingers that dared to untie his belt, so he dared not raise them to look at him again.

I don’t know when the two stood so close that even the oxygen became thin.

Chen Sirong watched Caesar's slender, powerful fingers unbutton his belt, and the silver, heavy belt buckle quickly hung to one side.

The zipper was slowly unbuttoned, and Chen Sirong's body was about to burn.

She thought, she was crazy, she was simply a crazy woman.

She would even have inappropriate thoughts when such serious, sad, and should never have any dirty thoughts.

Chen Sirong restrained his thoughts, but all this seemed like torture.

Watching Caesar's fingers slide down the zipper, then he pulled out the hem of his white shirt to reveal his tight muscles.

On the right side of the lower abdomen, there is a piece of white gauze wrapped around it.

Chen Sirong pursed her dry lips and asked him: Have you had a stitch?

Five needles.

Perhaps because he was too close, or perhaps because he deliberately lowered his voice, the atmosphere became slow and sticky, and Chen Sirong could hardly breathe.

Does it hurt?She asked again.

It's tolerated.

Chen Sirong's heart almost trembled.

It was not her intention, but her fingers were gently lifted in silence.

Caesar did not refuse, and watched her fair and soft fingers stroke his wound almost like pity.

Her face was drooping, with long, slightly wet hair on both sides.His arms were tight, perhaps because he was too cautious and afraid of hurting him.

There were transparent sweat drops on the tip of her small nose, which trembled slightly as she moved, like a beating little heart.

He thought that it was actually a sign that she came here to see him today.

The zipper of the trousers has been completely opened, and the hanging trousers are hung on the crotch only.

In silence, both of them looked down at his lower abdomen.

Perhaps, it's not just the lower abdomen.

Because the gray underwear has been playing the role of an elephant in the room in the eyes of both of them, it has been deliberately ignored.

At this moment, it expanded at a high speed, trying to fill the entire room.