Dr. Lockwood’s Love Diary
Caleb Lockwood, a neurosurgeon and the cool and calm male god of the department, is handsome, meticulous, and highly professional, yet in life, he seems like an emotionless robot.
He doesn't smoke, drink, watch entertainment shows, or attend parties. Even the first drink he ever had was gifted by a young lady.
Everyone in the department is very curious, will the male god live a life of no desires?
Until one day, everyone sees Caleb Lockwood holding hands with a girl, and when she smiles, the cool and calm Caleb completely loses himself.
Serena Sutton, from the Northwood Sutton Family, is charming and lovable, the little fairy in everyone's eyes.
She skips classes, gets into fights, stays up late watching dramas while drinking Pepsi, just like any other ordinary girl.
But Caleb Lockwood thinks his Serena is different from others.
Some say Caleb Lockwood is omnipotent and unreachable; others say Caleb Lockwood is just a weirdo to be kept at a distance.
Only Serena Sutton says, "Caleb Lockwood, you're so silly, you don't even know how to sing a birthday song."
"Caleb Lockwood, kiss me."
He possesses the most precious soul in this world, saving lives, pure and unblemished.
He says, "I give you my entire soul, including the most vulnerable and dark parts of my heart."
Easy Late Small Wine · Urban
This story should be fun! joke to fill word count: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson decide to go on a camping trip. After dinner and a bottle of wine, they lay down for the night, and go to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.” Watson replied, “I see millions of stars.” “What does that tell you?” Watson pondered for a minute. “Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.” “Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo.” “Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three.” “Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are small and insignificant.” “Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.” “What does it tell you, Holmes?” Holmes was silent for a minute, then spoke: “Watson, you idiot. Someone has stolen our tent!”