I don't know how long I slept. She was all in my dream. I dreamed that I had touched the bedroom and the door was unlocked. When I went in, I saw her lying in bed, dressed in that dress, and looking at me in a glamorous way.

I walked over carefully, breathing fast, feeling my heart was about to jump out, but she was very enthusiastic, touching my body with her gentle hand, so that I could calm down.

But where can I still be calm, the next dream I only saw in the love action film of the island country, I knew I was dreaming in the dream, but the dream was incomparably real, she used her gentleness, her young woman's skillful body, and instinctive enthusiasm to take me to the peak again and again.

Wake up, the pajamas are wet, even the quilt is wet.

It's dawn, and the warm autumn sun shines lazily into the room, making everything so lazy. I quickly change my clothes and come out. I find everything in the living room is tidy and tidy, which is in sharp contrast to the messy trip last night.

Not only the living room, but also the kitchen, dining room and bathroom, which I found were tidy and spotless.

I admire the instinct of women to tidy up and clean the house.

I looked at the table below. It's eleven o'clock in the morning. Needless to say, she's gone. The door of the second bed is open. I walk past and everything is neatly stacked.

I walked over, lay on the pillow and quilt, sniffed her nose carefully, trying to find out what she left behind, but she didn't seem to have left anything.

I'm a little disappointed.

I was sitting in the living room in a daze when I suddenly saw breakfast on the tea table, bread, ham and milk, and a note under the milk cup. I picked it up and wrote a line of beautiful small characters on it.

Thank you for your help last night. You are a good man. Liu Yue.

Only then did I know her name, Liu Ruyue, and I read it lightly again, feeling that it really matched her.

For the next few days, I continued to work overtime in the Stormtrooper team, but I insisted on going home no matter how late I was every day. Even if I had a case to mention early the next morning and could only stay at home for a few hours, I would go home.

It's very confusing for the boss. Of course, he wants me to live in the company, but he doesn't say anything when he sees that I haven't delayed my work.

Only I know that I insist on going home every day, just hoping to get out of the elevator and see her standing in the corridor and lodging with me.

To my disappointment, however, I never saw her again for a whole month after my last meeting.

Even if I left work normally, I did not see her. Her door was tightly locked and never opened. I really wanted to knock on the door, but there was no suitable excuse, and I was afraid that her husband, the file cylinder, would open the door.

I haven't seen her for a whole month, even if it's just a figure.

I began to wonder if my encounter was over. Yeah, she left nothing but that note, which made me feel like a dream. When I woke up, it disappeared without trace.

After October, I'm basically free. I can go to and from work normally. If nothing happens, I can come back earlier.

I began to adjust to normal life, of course, gradually, I began to no longer look forward to her appearance, the dream seems to have ended.

Just as I was about to forget her, she appeared at the right time.

That day, I had dinner after work and was watching DVDs at home. I spent too much time alone. I learned to get along with myself. It was a good way to watch DVDs. Especially when I loved watching spy warfare movies. Since the boom of "Assault", spy warfare movies suddenly became the mainstream of TV dramas. A large number of excellent spy warfare movies have sprung up like bamboo shoots. There are many excellent works, such as "Hidden", "Cliff" and so on. Maybe the directors are not creative in making anti-Japanese movies, and there are no audiences, so they have found a kind of drama that can not only continue the theme, but also attract audiences.

I was looking at it with relish when I suddenly heard a quarrel coming from the next room. A man and a woman were quarrelling fiercely, accompanied by the sound of glass crashing heavily on the ground.

My heart was pulled up, and judging by my keen insight, from the direction and voice of the quarrel, the quarrel came from her house.

I immediately sat up from the sofa, and the argument continued and intensified. I heard her cry, accompanied by the cries of the children.

As soon as I heard her crying, I couldn't help but feel very distressed. I wanted to go over and see what happened and help her. But I wanted to think, after all, it's a household chore. What kind of status do I have to stop it? Neighbor? Isn't that bullshit?

I was so anxious that I heard the voice of the next room getting louder and louder. With a quick brainstorm, I picked up the phone and dialed 110. Of course, it would be most appropriate for the police to solve this problem.

I couldn't help but admire my wit in silence, but to my disappointment, I called several times and the alarm line was busy, so I had to give up.

What can we do about this? My mind is still fantastic, in case that man is a violent maniac, beating her, so to fight, she