Always in Love with You

Polly had a dream.

In her dream, she was chasing a familiar back in panic on a gray path. The road looked endless into the mist's deep sky. She kept running, begging the man to stop and not to leave, but the man did not listen to her at all.

Then she tried hard to catch up with him. The man turned around and said gently with a smile, "Dear Polly."

Why did it become Bruce's face! She woke up immediately.

She tried to sit up but fell back as soon as she lifted her body. She held her head with both hands and felt her head was splitting. After a while, she finally remembered that she had drunk so much last night, one after another.

She had heard that it took people's life to have a hangover. But now, after realizing it, it was really worse than death. She had a headache, and felt weak all over. Her stomach and mouth were as dry as she hadn't drunk water for days.

The next moment, she realized a bigger problem. The room looked familiar, but obviously it was not their dormitory, and she was wearing a pink lace Nightgown, not her white snow princess's nightgown.

Her temples throbbed abruptly. She rubbed her head hard to clear her mind. Contrary to the decoration style, the black and grey color was not suitable for that of black and grey color. The bright colored curtains

It suddenly occurred to her that this was the house of Bruce. He didn't send her back to her dormitory last night unexpectedly. And he even changed her pajamas for her!

She drank too much last night, and so did Bruce. She believed that they wouldn't get drunk and have a one night stand. She quickly opened the clothes and saw that her skin was still white and tender. Until she didn't find any trace of ambiguity, she was slowly relieved.

She looked around for her clothes. The curtains separated the room from others and made it an independent room. The room was dim, and people couldn't see it clearly.

She put on her shoes and got out of bed, pulling open the curtain. A strong sunlight shone on her, which was so piercing that she could hardly open her eyes.

'when did the sun rise above my head?' she wondered?

In a hurry, she grabbed her cell phone and looked at the time. She was pissed off only by one glance at it.

It was already ten o'clock!

In a huff, she dialed Bruce's number. As soon as the phone rang twice, someone answered it at the other end of the line. The man on the other end said in a magnetic and gentle voice with a smile, "Dear Polly, are you awake?"

soon as possible, "are you Bruce? Why didn't you drive me back to my dormitory

for leave for you."

he think

for several times, but she controlled herself with all the anger and said patiently, "I want to tell you, I am still a student. I should focus on my study! I don't want to

a thing will never

video was still in his hand, she could not be so absolute: "okay! If this happens again in the future, I

seemed that Bruce wanted to say something more, but she was not in the mood to

to ask Bruce about her pajamas and the question whether they slept in the same room last night. She sent a message but it was already half written. She thought it was not a good idea, so

angry, but she couldn't release it. She felt very uncomfortable. She imagined the big bed as Bruce's face, and on it, she punched and

sound from the outside, as if someone was walking in and out. She was startled, wondering if there was a thief outside. She immediately lifted the quilt that had been kicked to the ground and covered it over her

on the door. "Are you awake, miss?" It was a voice of a strange

she was stunned for a while before she realized that it was not a thief. She responded, "I'm

housekeeper, Molly. Miss, Mr. He has ordered us to prepare a bowl of porridge for you to

seemed to be heated by the warm sunshine and she said loudly, "no need to bring it in. Just put

have your

breakfast? It's almost noon. '. But on second thought, it was she who had drunk so much last night that she slept till now, so it was not all because of Bruce's fault. However, she would not forgive him for

empty. She looked for all her clothes but couldn't

was no one in the living room. And there was

steaming soup. 'It tastes apple juice. But I could endure

felt that her stomach

had to find her own clothes to

from the kitchen coming over. Maybe Molly was coming out.

sound from the kitchen again. She felt guilty.

happened to see Molly walking out of the kitchen with breakfast tray in his hand. She then took a step back in fear. When she saw Molly put the breakfast on the table, he went to the bedroom and knocked on the door, thinking that she

breakfast is

I'll be right there." She replied, hiding behind

while. She didn't want to hide for the whole morning.