Gluey Love Between Us

"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!

Why was he so charming?

She was afraid that she was obsessed with his appearance.

Sure enough, no one could refuse a handsome guy!

Seeing that she didn't speak, Martin said with a smile, "Fool, I'm asking you."

"Oh, the room on the left of the second floor." Giada blushed and lowered her head. Her pale face became ruddy. Her shyness made her feel that her stomach was no longer so painful! "Ha-ha." Martin chuckled and carried her upstairs. His arms were strong and his steps were steady. Giada felt particularly safe in his arms.

"How can you laugh? Why are you here?" Giada glared at him with a red face.

"Because I miss you." Martin said with a smile. Then he looked down at her and said softly, "I want to give you a surprise!"

Giada was dumbfounded. She was really pleasant surprised!

"Humph!" Giada snorted lightly, "It's easy to say such seductive words, isn't it? For example, my quilt is soft and comfortable. Would you like to sleep with me?" He knew how to tease her, so did she. Her father was very good at coaxing Eden. She would blush when she heard his sweet words.

Martin stopped, and Giada's heart was in her throat. She looked at Martin warily.

Martin was taken aback.

It seemed that she didn't dare to really sleep with her.

He suddenly smiled, "Okay!"

Giada was speechless. She was joking. How could he take it seriously?

"Oh..." Giada's stomach ached again.

Martin frowned and held her more tightly. At the same time, he quickened his pace and walked upstairs.

After entering the room, he put her on the soft big bed and tucked her in.

Giada curled up slightly in pain.

"Gia, hold on for a while. I'll get you some medicine."

He turned around, but Giada pulled him gently.

He looked back at her. Her fingertips were a little cold, and he was so distressed. In great pain, she frowned and asked in a low voice, "It's so late. Where can you get medicine?" She left home in a hurry and didn't bring any medicine with her.

Martin blinked and put her slightly cold hand under the quilt, "There is medicine in my car. I'm going to get it. My car is outside the door, and I'll be back soon."

"Oh!" He hadn't left her yet, but she was looking forward to his coming back. What was wrong with her?

Martin soon came back with medicine and a cup of hot water. He even held a hot-water bag.

After applying the hot-water bag to Giada's belly, he helped her up and fed her some hot water before giving her the medicine.

After drinking hot water and taking medicine, Giada felt that her stomach was much better. The hot-water bag eased the pain. "Gia, how do you feel?" He moved a chair and sat beside her bed.

Giada smiled gratefully, "My stomach doesn't ache severely. Thank you, Martin." She really didn't expect him to come.

"What were you going to do if I didn't come?" Martin's tone became serious.

Giada replied, "I would feel better soon."

"Do you think it's possible? You ate too much seafood. You would be in pain if you didn't take medicine." Martin's tone was very depressed, and he looked straight at her. It seemed that he blamed her for not caring about herself.

"Well... Oh."

His gaze was too serious. She turned her head away with a guilty conscience and did not dare to look at him.

But on second thought, she felt that they were equal in love, and she couldn't be so wronged. How could Martin be so aggressive?

"Martin, I want some water." She squinted at him and said.