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The sound of the bedroom door opening brought her back to reality. Nicole opened the door sleepily, and the red kiss mark on her neck was particularly glaring.

"Why did you come back so early? Who were you talking to just now?" she asked.

"It's okay, it's just a sales call." I responded perfunctorily.

Nicole frowned slightly and just said "oh", then left a sentence: "You make some breakfast, we can take a nap. By the way, Sean likes to drink orange juice, remember to make a glass." Sean is the boyfriend she brought back yesterday.

"Also, I've asked the doctor about your leg. Avoid strenuous exercise. You'll be able to move normally soon. It's nothing serious." She added.

In the past, I would have been very happy that Nicole cared about me so much. But now, I just responded dully: "I know, thank you sister."

This time, I really regarded her as my sister and called her "sister" sincerely.

At this moment, Nicole yawned, didn't hear what I called her, and turned to go into the bedroom. Then, a low laugh came from the bedroom again.

The car accident a few days ago left me with 12 stitches in my calf and ankle, and the doctor sadly told me I would never play soccer again. This is what Nicole meant by "no big deal."

But I can't blame her because she doesn't know that I still like playing football as much as I did when I was a kid. But she remembers that Sean likes to drink orange juice and I am allergic to oranges.