"Rat-a-tat..."
Giada was stunned. It was almost eleven o'clock at night. Who could it be? She stared at the door.
Could it be a thief?
No, how could a thief knock on the door? She must be out of her mind because of the stomachache.
"Rat-a-tat..."
The people outside knocked on the door harder.
Giada pursed her lips tightly. Hearing the sound, she was a little scared.
She walked over slowly. The door of the small courtyard was made of wood, and it was closed by a long stick. The solar light in the courtyard was dim.
"Who is that?" Giada bent over slightly. Her stomach was very uncomfortable, and even her voice was trembling.
It was windy at night. A soft breeze rustled the trees, and Giada was chilled to the bone.
"Gia, it's me." A pleasant and deep voice came from outside the door.
A gust of wind blew over, so Giada couldn't hear it clearly, but she heard her pet name.
The dogs in the village barked loudly one after another.
She opened the door slowly and saw a man in a pure black shirt. He was tall, straight and strong. Under the gentle moonlight, he looked dashing. His good-looking eyes were full of tenderness as he stared at her quietly.
Giada widened her eyes, and she said in surprise, "Martin, why are you here?"
In fact, she was quite unhappy that day. Martin didn't send her a message or call her. She always felt empty in heart.
She didn't even have the mood to paint, and she had been listless all day long.
At this moment, her heart seemed to be filled by something when she looked at Martin's perfect outline and tall figure. She didn't know what it was, but all the disappointment in her heart had disappeared.
Alas!
Giada felt that she was really sick.
She not only had a stomachache, but also worried about losing him.
She cared about him, and this was really something embarrassing.
The solar light was a little pale, but Martin could see the pain on her face, "Gia, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Martin was happy to see her, but he was very worried at the moment.
Giada asked him to come in first.
After Martin entered, she closed the door.
Giada felt more and more painful. The seafood was cold in nature. She ate a lot at night, and her stomach ached severely.
In the living room, Martin saw a thin layer of sweat on her fair forehead, and her lips were pale.
"Gia, what's wrong?" Martin helped her sit on the rattan chair and looked at her worriedly. He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead.
There was a faint fragrance on the handkerchief. It was clean and comfortable. Giada sniffed greedily.
"My stomach hurts." She whispered, leaned against the chair slowly and clenched her hands into fists.
Martin frowned slightly when he thought of the photos she had posted online.
He bent down and carried Giada in his arms.
Being lifted by him, Giada came to sense. She looked at Martin nervously and asked, "Martin, what are you doing?"
"Where is your room?" Martin's tone was a little solemn.
However, Giada felt that his embrace was so warm.
She raised her head slightly to look at his perfect and delicate facial features. He was handsome and elegant.
Oh!
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