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I am stunned, the male doctor I have met during breast disease consultation was my dream boy, William.
When I was a high school student, I have been pursuing him for two years and, yes, failed. He ran away by transfer to another school. So, he must don’t want to meet me again. But his calm facial expression indicates that he probably doesn't recognize me. I wouldn't be so stupid as to remind him and immediately pretend that we are unfamiliar.
Reunite with him after 8 years of separation, he checks my titty! Such an unusual situation is really beyond my expectations.
"The fibroid is about 3 centimeters in diameter and does not need surgical resection. It is recommended to observe it for a month and remember to follow-up treatment."
I put on jacket slowly to make myself calm down. I can feel the coldness of the instrument from the inspection just now on my titty.
"This is my phone number, please contact me if you have any questions."
I reach out to take the piece of paper, glance at the number, and don’t forget to ask, "Doctor, what is your name? let me make a note"
With time flies, I saw William slowly raise his eyelids like a movie in slow motion, "You have given me 136 love letters during high school. Do you have amnesia?"
"With recognized me, he deliberately treated me like a stranger. He waited for the inspection to be completed and then gave me a body blow. He did it on purpose." I make complaints with my bestie.
It has been 12 hours since the medical consultation, but I have not recovered from the heart pain of onosecond.
The phone on the table is ringing. I press the connect button subconsciously, and make the final conclusion with my bestie, "Let me tell you, even if I go out to run n***d, the two lumps of meat on my titty are free to see in the world. I never want to have connections with William anymore.”
After I finished speaking, I talk to the phone, "Hello, this is Lily. Who is calling?"
Waiting for a few seconds, a deep male voice floated out, "It's William."
I do become a typical case to show what embarrass likes.
I pretend that it wasn't me speak those words just now, and calmly ask him why call at night.
"You left something in the consulting room. Remember to pick it up tomorrow."
I don't know what I missed. All things come back with me.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
This question likes I left something shady. I am the last one who put a crystal slipper in order to attract his attention.
Under my inquiry, there is a rustling voice. And it takes a long time for his answer with lower volume, "It's a black lace underwear."
The voice falls. My world becomes silence.
As a matter of fact, I forgot that today I went to the store to buy a comfortable vest to replace my underwear in order to inspect my breasts.
"I... will get it tomorrow."
There was a "hmm" over there, and just as I was about to hang up the phone, William said again, "Put on some clothes when you come."
"ah?"
"Don't come here n***d, It’s a formal hospital."
I:"……"
