Chapter3

When he finally reacted, he pushed me away.

"What are you doing?" He glared at me.

I was so scared that my teeth were chattering, and I looked at him helplessly.

He sighed and lay back down, "Now is not the time for this!"

"You asked me to numb the pain."

"Who taught you that?"

"The TV."

On TV, when a man is in pain, doesn't it stop hurting when a woman kisses him?

"Do you believe everything you see on TV? Are you brainless?" He yelled at me again.

"Then does it still hurt or not?" I asked him.

He stared at me for a few seconds, "So you still want to kiss me?"

I didn't want to kiss him at all.

I stopped talking and focused on removing the bullet from his wound.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't pay attention to me. Sweat was forming on his forehead. The moment before removing the bullet, he asked me in a low voice, "What's your name?"

"Christina Hayes."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-One."

He paused for a moment, "Was that your first kiss just now?"

"How is that possible?" I strongly refuted, afraid of being mocked by him.

In fact, he was indeed laughing, and he was laughing wickedly.

"Lower your head a bit." He stared at me.

"What?" I lowered my head to listen to him.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed my head, then kissed me aggressively.

It was completely different from the previous kiss; he even extended his tongue...

My mind went blank, and he whispered in my ear, "Hurry up and get it out."

"Oh, oh, oh." It suddenly dawned on me that he meant "numb the pain."

The moment he bit me, I used tweezers to extract the object. His pain subsided and he loosened his grip.

"You have good skills, Dr. Hayes." He smiled at me.

"Thank you for the compliment." I felt a little embarrassed.

The next second, he knocked me out.