As if he couldn't see her wasting her energy, M walked over silently and tried to twist a few times. Then, a flash of understanding came into his eyes.
"They did something."
"Them? Nichkhun and Zoe? Why?" Awahara Zemei couldn't understand, but now was not the time to investigate the reason. She just wanted to leave immediately. She had no way to stay in the same room with him any longer.
"Let them open the door."
m said nothing, turned around, walked to the table, picked up the phone, "Nichkhun, what are you doing?"
On the other end of the phone, Nichkhun replied calmly, "It was Zoe's idea."
Zoe shouted dissatisfied behind him, "Hey! Nichkhun, you are so unloyal! Don't you think about your good brother? How can you blame it all on me?"
Nichkhun ignored him at all, "You heard me, this has nothing to do with me."
M's brows became tighter and tighter, "Open the door."
"Sorry, not now."
"Why?"
"Once the automatic closing process is activated, it will take 24 hours to be lifted. You know this very well, don't you?"
m took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone normal, because he didn't want to put any psychological burden on Awahara Zemi.
"For you, this is not a problem at all. I believe that if you want to, you can get it done in a few minutes."
On the other side, after a moment of silence, Nichkhun answered briefly and forcefully, "Sorry, m, I don't want to."
"Wow!" Zoe burst into cheers, "These are good brothers."
Then, the phone hung up. I was stunned for a moment, and when I tried to call again, I got a busy signal.
Mimi Awahara looked sullenly, "They won't?"
m shook his head, "I'm afraid, we will have to stay here within 24 hours."
"How can this be done? My flight ticket has already been booked." Awahara Zemei frowned and tried her best to suppress her dissatisfaction.
m thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I will fly you back personally and won't delay your return to China."
Silence, awkward silence.
She took out her mobile phone and saw that there was no signal at all. Even the explosion-proof windows made of special materials were automatically locked. They were completely cut off from the outside world. Awahara Zemi knew what Nichkhun was capable of. Now she had nothing but to stay here and wait for 24 hours.
, there is no other way.
m was still conducting medical research, as if nothing had happened just now. Awahara Zemi took out a few books from his bookshelf, flipped through a few pages, and stuffed them back. In addition to medicine and mechanics,
Can't find any others.
At this time, her eyes were attracted by a black book in the corner.
She took it out and opened it. There was a lot of data densely recorded on it. She couldn't understand it. She only knew it was medical notes. She flipped through a few more pages out of boredom, and then she was stunned.
There are fewer and fewer data, and instead, there is a vivid cartoon. It can be seen that the owner of this notebook has drawn good paintings.
Above is a little girl with long hair, lying alone in a hospital ward, looking out the window in trance every day. The expression on her face is indifferent and indifferent that is inconsistent with children of her age.
It was obvious that she was seriously ill.
Next, the little girl recovered and was discharged from the hospital. Returning to her living environment, she learned to hide herself deeper. Only when she was alone did she show confusion and helplessness.
She didn't know how to paint, but she could see that the painter was drawing every stroke with care. He could understand her strength and her loneliness...
She knew that the girl in this painting was her.
A beautiful hand that looked like an artist's appeared in front of Awahara Zemi and took away the black notebook in her hand.
She lowered her head and did not look at him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look."
"It's okay." m carefully put it away.
Looking at the watch on his wrist, m raised his eyes and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Awara Zemi nodded honestly. She had been packing her luggage in the morning and only drank some milk for lunch.
He smiled and gently rubbed Xiaokui's short hair with his big hands, "Wait a minute, I'll make you something to eat."
M's room has complete supporting facilities, including a kitchen, a gym, and a research room. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would be hard for Awahara Zemi to believe that when she picked up a kitchen knife, her hands were used to holding scalpels.
She will be so skillful and elegant.
The dishes he cooked were all Awahara Zemi's favorite dishes. They were light in taste and suited her appetite very well. She ate two bowls of rice for the first time.
"Thank you." After the meal, Awara Zemi thanked him politely, then stood up and took the initiative to help him pick up the bowl. M did not refuse, and neither of them spoke.
If time stood still like this, it would be a beautiful memory. However, there always seemed to be unexpected things happening in the memories of her and him.
Awahara Zemi, who was still washing the dishes, seemed to look a little ugly, and her brows never relaxed. She put down the dishes and wiped her hands. When she returned to the bedroom, she suddenly stopped and covered her hands.
A thin layer of sweat has begun to form on my lower abdomen and forehead.
"Xiaomei?" m then walked out, saw her appearance, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." She straightened her body, but avoided looking at him.
With the doctor's professional intuition, m didn't believe her words at all. He insisted on holding her hand and walked to the research room, where there were corresponding medical facilities. "Come, let me check it for you."
Awahara Zemi bit her lip, shook off his hand, and said in a hurried tone, "I told you I'm fine, no need to check."
"No," M said with a serious face, "I can let you do anything else, but I will never be careless about your health."
Seeing his persistence, Awahara Zemei glared at him, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "I...I seem to be, that..."
m is a doctor. He understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So this is it."
Compared with his calmness, Awahara Zemei's face immediately turned red. She didn't understand why she was always in front of him when she was in the most embarrassing situation.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"Do you need sanitary napkins?" M asked naturally. Awahara Zemi was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground, but the fact was...
She does need it.
m seemed to understand, then he raised his wrist and pressed the contact device they would only use in emergencies, "zoe, go out and buy some sanitary napkins for me."
On the other side, Zoe, who was always eloquent, was speechless.
Awahara Zemei clenched her hands and bit her lips, her face turning from red to white. She really didn't know how she would face these people after today.