Chapter 2 The Browns in New York

A man was lying in the cabinet, leaning against the wall of it. Because it was dark inside the cabinet, Laura sighed and turned to take out a medical kit and a flashlight from her luggage. Taking a deep breath, she used the flashlight to look at the man's injuries. Under such illumination, the man's eyelashes, thick as a raven feather, lightly trembled. Laura's hand slowly stroked the man's face, and then nonchalantly patted it, "Hey, what happened to you?" Laura, who did not receive a response, paused for silence, "..." She sighed, in the spirit of being kind, and dragged the man out of the cabinet. She gasped at the sight of the man. The closed eyelids barely concealed his handsome. Laura felt a sense of oppression from his aristocrat temperament so that her thin lips were pursed and her eyebrows knitted. Laura used paper to wipe the man's face clean of blood. Then she untied the man's clothes and made the effort hard to let the man turn around. The scars on the man's back scre