After they settled down in this country, Kate went to pick the Chinese doctor to her house every day to give Tristan acupuncture. The doctor was over 80 years old and looked more like a person from the fairy tale than from this world. Perhaps God sent him to save Tristan's life. He was not a talkative person. He did pretty much the same thing every day-opened the kit, took out a cloth pack, spread it, and showed a few dozens of long needles…

And this lasted for half a year.

The miracle came one day with the first light of dawn.

It was four years later. Lying with the man in the bed, Kate's heart was different from before. He was motionless, but she could feel his temperature. She held his hand and slept with him like a normal couple.

One morning, she opened her eyes and met his eyes. It seemed there was something flowing in the eyes.

She closed her eyes again and thought she would continue the sweet dream.

However, she opened her eyes a moment later and saw his eyes again, and then tears surged to her eyes.

He opened his mouth, but his vocal cord seemed not able to work after being forgotten for too long. He managed to utter a very faint sound, "I am sorry."

Kate shook her head and clanged to his waist. Her tears soaked his shirt. His limbs were numb, but his fingers rubbed against hers to comfort her.

The rubbing sent an electric current to her heart.

Cathy learned that her dad had woken up after she got up. She said, "Dad slept for too long."

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The three hugged together, and they all had wet eyes. Cathy cried so hard. She had rarely cried after she came to this country.

Tristan sat on the bed and held his daughter in his arms. He wiped the tears off her face and padded her back. He examined her little and exquisite features, and he was overwhelmed for the first meeting with his child.

Cathy didn't want to go to school that day. Except for going to the bathroom or eating, she stuck with her dad all day. She took out the photo album and introduced it to her dad, who missed a few years of her existence.

When the evening came, Tristan yawned, and Kate urged her daughter, "Dad just woke up today. He is tired. You let him go to sleep."

Cathy said, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

After Tristan closed his eyes, she asked her mother nervously, "Will dad wake up tomorrow?"

Kate's heart ached slightly. She held her small hands and said, "Yes. Dad will be just like us. He will sleep at night and wake up in the morning. After dad gets better, he will play balls with you, drive you to school and go out with us."

Tristan lay in bed for four years. In the hospital, the nurse gave him a massage. After she came to this country, Kate gave him a massage by herself. He didn't have an amyotrophic symptom, but his physical condition weakened anyway. However, the word weak didn't exist in his vocabulary. He started the rehabilitation training strictly under the guidance of the doctor after he woke up. It was a miracle in others' eyes that he could stand up here, but only Kate knew how much effort he had made.

She thus drew a conclusion that there was a miracle in the world, but first, there should be a person who could create a miracle.

The years past were too long, too hard, and too impressive that they always came back to her dream. And the moment they got together was also too strong an impact that it also reoccurred in her dream. Sometimes she would be in a trance. At this moment, she couldn't help exclaiming again, "It is like a dream, a dream that I had for four years…"

Tristan took her hand to his mouth and bit her on the little finger.

"Ah-" she cried out and stared at him with puzzlement.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course."

"Then is it a dream?"

Kate shook her head disapprovingly, "No. I have to bite you back." And she grabbed his hand and found he was still wearing the gardening gloves. She frowned.

Tristan took off the gloves and said, "I will go wash my hands and let you bite to your content."

In the bathroom, Kate watched him wash his hand with soap and passed him the towel after he finished. She had got used to taking care of Cathy and him all these years.

Tristan dried his hands carefully. When Kate turned to leave, her wrist was grabbed by him. He turned into another person, pushed her to the wall kind of rudely, and pressed his lips on hers.

She was startled for a second but clanged to his neck immediately.

He sought, and she gave. His fire ignited her. She tiptoed to get what she wanted in his mouth. The two persons breathed more and more heavily, and the sound was magnified in the confined space.

Tristan's hands were resting on Kate's waist and kneading her soft muscle there.

First, his hands were outside the fabric of her T-shirt, and then he reached under the clothes and felt her smooth skin directly.

After some time, he suddenly ripped her coat impatiently, and she struggled off the sleeves cooperatively. The coat was taken off. He bent down to kiss her neck and reached to the back of her ear, licked her earlobe. The familiar motion was more vehement than any time in her memory. Kate closed her eyes and tilted her head to expose more of her skin to him.

His kiss came down along her neck to her c.h.e.s.t. He lifted her T-shirt and kissed her from below. His teeth bit her milky skin…

Kate's body was lifted. Her feet were in the air. Her back was pressed against the smooth tiles on the wall.

Though his hands supported her waist and the force was strong enough to hold her up, she felt helpless being lifted in the air. She wanted to scream. And her ribs hurt. She started to groan and reached her hand to press his head so as to stop him, but it turned out to be touching him.

He pushed her bras up suddenly, and the two full and perfectly round b.r.e.a.s.ts showed. Soon one was in his mouth.

Kate m.o.a.n.e.d.

It was itchy. And she felt that the thing being s.u.c.k.e.d was her heart. The things that filled in her heart were all about him and should belong to him.

When he moved to suck the other side, he muttered, "Today is the right time."

Kate blurted out, "Can you?"

He paused and released her, and she landed on her feet. She met his annoying eyes and reacted, "I mean, you are not fully recovered…"

"It is OK. One place is recovered."

"Which place?" Kate asked when she was carried back to the bedroom and thrown onto the mattress with excellent elasticity.

"You tell me." The man stared at her l.u.s.tfully. He didn't stop his hand from ripping off her shoes, jeans, T-shirts, and bras and threw them all over the floor.

She was suddenly without a piece of cloth, and she closed her legs instinctively. However, he split them rudely. With a glance, it was already wet and ready to accept the invader.

He took a deep breath and led his painfully swollen organ to it. He just got into her halfway, and she cried with pain.

He frowned. After a pause, without waiting for her to smooth her breathing, he advanced, and thoroughly sank into it.

The pain made Kate shiver, but the impact on her mind was even stronger. It was familiar but also different from her memory. After he retreated and advanced a few times, she was wet and smooth there.

The man detected the change and looked into her eyes.

She flushed and covered her eyes with her hand.

He pulled her hand away immediately and ordered, "Look at me."

He took the time to experience the feeling of being s.u.c.k.e.d and then slowly and rhythmically move. The gentleness was captured by her, and her heart melted like an ice cream under the sun. She clanged to his waist and tried to have the largest contact with him on skin. She felt his moving up and down and the sweat on his back, the power of his body, and his self-control and liveliness.

He went on with his motion while bending down to kiss her.

He was dying to have the most extensive contact and the most profound connection with her.

She lifted her legs and clanged to his waist…

His motion became faster and stronger, and her m.o.a.ning was broken into pieces by his violent bumping and fell onto every corner of the room.

The climax came suddenly.

After that, they both lay on their back in the bed.

Tristan was all sweaty, and he was panting.