Trouble
"Brother, should we take her to the hospital?"
"No need, just a cut on her forehead."
"But why hasn't she woken up?"
"Um, she's probably just asleep."
These voices were floating, sometimes distant, sometimes close.
Eve struggled for a while before slowly opening her eyes, and finding herself lying in a pink room.
Pink curtains, pink walls, pink drapes, pink bed...
It should be a little girl's room, but the person who decorated it was definitely a straight guy.
"Hey, you're awake."
Hearing this voice, Eve turned her head and saw a big gray wolf.
She couldn't help but take a sharp breath, and then the big gray wolf turned his head, revealing a cool and handsome face.
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"I'm... I'm fine. Who are you?"