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?"

at him as soon as possible, "are you Bruce? Why didn't you drive me back to my dormitory last night? Why didn't you wake me up this morning! It's

asked for leave for you." He

he think of school? She isn't absent classes during a

tell you, I

a thing will never happen again! Please trust

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

something more, but she was not in the mood to listen to him, so

the same room last night. She sent a message but it was already half written. She thought it was not a good idea, so she deleted it.

but she couldn't release it. She felt very uncomfortable. She imagined the big

out. She was startled, wondering if there was a thief outside. She immediately lifted the quilt that had

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

the quilt in her arms, she was stunned for a while before she realized that it was not a thief. She responded, "I'm awake. Who are

Mr. He has ordered us to prepare a bowl of porridge

by the warm sunshine and she said loudly, "no need to bring it in. Just put it on the table. I'll go out for a

you have your breakfast, miss?

till now, so it was not all because of Bruce's fault. However, she would not forgive him for changing pajamas for

The room looked empty. She looked for all her clothes but couldn't find them anywhere.

tiptoed to the door and opened it. There was no one in the living room. And there was sound in the kitchen. She guessed

felt dizzy and headache. She walked to the table and picked up the steaming soup. 'It tastes apple juice. But I could endure the

it was and she felt that her

she had to find her own clothes to change. She didn't find anything in the living room except a set of new women's clothes which was neatly folded on the

kitchen coming over. Maybe Molly was coming out.

no sound from the kitchen again. She felt guilty.

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

lady, breakfast

be right there." She replied, hiding behind the bathroom door.

She didn't