Ambiguous thoughts

  Luxurious presidential suite, intricate decorations, expensive furniture, she stumbled forward, opening one door after another, until she didn't even know how she got into the elevator. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed for a while, gradually feeling her breathing calm down, but as soon as she opened her eyes again, she was suddenly stunned.

  She only then discovered that she was wearing a black sleeveless jumpsuit, paired with a pair of lake blue sandals. She, who was used to simple clothing, had not expected herself to have such an elegant and refined side, and her poised demeanor made even herself unrecognizable.

  But it was this completely strange self that made her already confused chest even more uncomfortable and suffocating. As soon as the elevator opened, she rushed out in one breath. The luxurious hotel gradually receded into the distance behind her. She walked alone on the road, taking quick steps, as if only by quickly leaving this place could last night be considered as if it had never happened.

  She didn't know how long she had walked, until her feet were sore and she sat down on a bench in a square. She took out her phone to call Xia Weiliang, who was the only person she could confide in at this time.

  But when she looked at her phone, it was turned off. Her brow furrowed even deeper. As soon as she turned it on, there were N missed calls from Peng Weizhe, the high school student she tutored in English. She suddenly remembered that she was supposed to give him a lesson yesterday, but she had disappeared without even saying hello.

  She hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to call him back. This kid wasn't one to be trifled with, and as expected, as soon as he picked up the phone, his angry roar came through loud and clear.

  "Xu Liu'ou, where have you gone to die! Your phone is turned off, and when I called the dormitory phone, you didn't come back all night. Don't you have any professional ethics? You don't even attend class or give a notice?"

  She took her phone away from her ear for a moment, waiting for the person on the other end to finish yelling before she weakly spoke up.

  "Sorry, I caught a cold and went to the hospital for an IV last night... and coincidentally my phone was out of battery..."

  Now she can only find excuses to explain herself, otherwise what else could she do? She doesn't want to lose this job because the tutoring fee that Peng Weizhe's mother gave her was double the usual salary. Because Peng Weizhe had already driven away countless tutors, she was the only one who persisted.

  As soon as she spoke, she found that her voice was hoarse and rough, a leftover from last night's high fever. Thanks to this voice, the violently tempered young man suddenly fell silent, and only opened his mouth half a beat later with great displeasure.

  "Make up for the time you wasted last night by working together today, and be at my place at 6 o'clock sharp tonight!"

  The young man muttered another sentence in a low voice after he finished speaking.

  "Do you know how worried I am?!"

  Then she hung up the phone with a bang.

  Xu Liu'er got up from the bench, annoyed by the hung-up phone call, and walked towards the bus station. Peng Weizhe's ambiguous thoughts about her, she wasn't oblivious, but just didn't want to bother with them. He was in his third year of high school, while she was in her fourth year of university; no matter how you looked at it, it was an impossible situation.

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