woman wearing irish linen shirt

The test report from the clinic came out quickly, and I had the flu.

Thank goodness my clothes are spared the toxins and my bluetooth headset money is saved.When I appeared in the work group the next day, I was greeted with concern and concern by everyone. The boss even mentioned me at the department meeting, which made me feel embarrassed.But he cared about it, and he didn't mean to reduce my workload in the slightest. I didn't know whether I should be thankful or grateful.

But Friday night was different.

I didn't have the exquisite and appropriate way to face my colleagues, and even a little bit of guesswork was put into infinity, so that I lost my sense of proportion.

In terms of the difficulty of defense in the world, a real villain is not as good as a hypocrite, and a sword and a gun are not as good as a sword with a honey belly.

In front of me is my enemy.

It's okay to have a general meeting, but like today, with only me and Miss Pender, I tend to feel that the situation is out of control.This situation has existed since the beginning, but I regarded her as an enemy at that time, and she is still an enemy now, but we have to pay attention to checks and balances.

She controls me as if she can easily; I balance her, but it takes a lot of effort.

This guy is really good at playing.

"You still look haggard. Don't you really need to rest for a few more days?" She seemed a little worried, and kept looking at me while speaking.I couldn't help her to look at her and avoided her frequently, but the worry on Miss Pan De's brow became deeper.She opened her lips slightly, and suddenly said: "It doesn't matter if we don't hold today's meeting."

We have been dialing the video for quite a while, but before she said a few words, she went back to my physical condition and didn't get to the point.She seemed to want that data very much, but if it was to blur her vision, such pleasantries seemed a little too much.I just think she is teasing me on purpose, maybe it is to remember the revenge from the past.

bad woman.

After thinking about this joint, I became more calm.In the past two days, in order to cover up my illness, I have put on much heavier makeup than usual, and I am not guilty at all when I lie: "Don't worry, Sonia, I have regained my energy. Thank you for being so considerate of me-today our What's the process like? Is there anything I can do for next week's meeting?"

She shook her head: "I'm just a little worried."

I was stunned for a moment, but immediately managed my expression well and asked, "About the new department framework?"

"about you."

Her eyes flickered slightly, her emotions were quickly withdrawn, and she glanced to the side.When her eyes turned back again, there was no trace of personal affection in Miss Pan De's expression."There is no agenda for today, the meeting can end," she said.

The rippling in my heart was still there. After hearing this sentence, before I had time to think about it, I said, "You just want to see me?"

There was something in Miss Pender's eyes that I couldn't read.She didn't speak for a long time, but just looked at me. This gaze lasted for several seconds, but I didn't feel that I was being scrutinized at all.

Could it be a card?

Her eyelashes moved slightly, like a dragonfly waking me up.She is really looking at me.

My heart tightened, and I suddenly felt that there was not enough oxygen. I held back, held back, but the thought of taking a big breath was lingering.I wanted to catch my breath, but I controlled myself and continued to endure.The me on the video is much calmer than myself, and I look like a professional who can compete well with her level.

She looked at me in an unprofessional way.

I coughed for an excuse.I endured it so hard, I took two deep breaths, and finally felt better, coughed again to cover it up, and said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Miss Pan De looked away again.Just when I thought the temperature in her eyes was going to recede, she looked over again and said, "That's right. Did it cause trouble to you?"

I just felt hot in the face and said, "Of course not. A flu can't affect my work."

"That's not what I meant," said Miss Pender. "You know what I mean."

I took a breath, pretended nothing happened, and asked, "Is there anything I should know?"

"Rudra is right," she twitched her eyebrows slightly, "For you, you must confirm the situation with your own eyes. Can I come and visit? On Sunday. I can spare time around three or four in the afternoon .”

Her tone was not at all refusal.I was completely disturbed by her, and I didn't know how to word my refusal. After a long time, I said, "Well, but don't you want to dance on Sunday?"

"So you also remember something about me." She seemed to be pointing.

did i forget somethingI froze for a moment, yes, Frankfurt Airport.This matter is still a mystery.

"I'll end sooner, and then I'll come to you." Taking advantage of my unpreparedness, she continued in a tone that seemed to have been agreed upon, "Don't refuse me. You looked too weak before, and I couldn't rest assured .”

I took a breath, and she pushed back everything I couldn't say.

I wake up early on Sunday.

Yesterday I worked overtime for a while. I originally planned to sleep until noon and then get up, so I just saved breakfast.As a result, one to six o'clock, the room was as quiet as if there was no electricity, but I somehow woke up and couldn't fall asleep again.Finally, it was eight o'clock, and now the birds outside the window were arguing again—it might be courtship, I don't care much about the lives of birds.

I tidied up the living room carefully, double-checked that the door to the second bedroom was locked, and picked out two sets of clothes.Usually at home, I like to wear cotton trousers and a racerback vest, with my hair coiled up like a yoga practitioner.But today we have guests after all, and they are not ordinary guests.

It is she who is coming.

I don't know how to wear it.It would be fine in normal times, but she just saw her looking so embarrassed a few days ago, if she dresses up seriously, she might look too hard.Besides, she claims that she comes to see patients... But if I see her like this, I will feel awkward.Of course, Miss Pan De will not feel bad, even if she has thoughts in her heart, she will not show the slightest on her face.Maybe she will say some weird things and do some tricks.

Several images flashed through my mind, I rubbed my face, gritted my teeth and endured.

I'm like a chick.

I'm not... such a passive person.In comparison, I must have more concerns than hers. If this is a third-party employee or my colleague in the company, maybe I will make it clear.But she is not.

I am in the light, she is in the dark, and I am asking for her. As long as Miss Pender does not give up, I will be a plaything in the closet for her to control.Playthings can't make decisions for themselves: I can't take the initiative to say a word.If I really confess and ask her to keep a distance, what will happen?

I am guilty.

I am afraid that she will control her senses from now on, so that it will affect the normal cooperation and fail to complete the tasks assigned to me by the big boss, and I am even more afraid that she will lose her senses.After all, I have a guilty conscience.

This can be considered a traditional lesbian art.

In the end I settled for just ramie trousers in earth tones and a slub cotton T-shirt.My sickness is hard to cover up without makeup, but wearing a mask at home and wearing full makeup is too deliberate. How do I know if she thinks I value her or do I have thoughts about her?Fortunately, the condition around the eyes is okay, worthy of the pile of expensive bottles and cans in the refrigerator, and it didn't pull my hips at the critical moment.

Miss Pender arrived after three o'clock in the afternoon.

She should have just finished dancing, with her ponytail tied up, her eyes look extremely bright.I happened to meet her eyes when I opened the door, neither of them spoke, and finally I broke the silence: "Nice to meet you. Come in."

She blinked her eyelashes, looked back, and I could feel her smile covered by the mask.I was also a little happy, I couldn't tell why, I just turned around to hide my expression.

Miss Pender stood motionless at the door.I reacted for a moment, then hurriedly said, "It's okay, there's no need to change your shoes."

She nodded and followed me.This feeling is really strange, obviously she has come back for the second time, but I am a little nervous, with an inexplicable expectation throbbing in my heart.The room is empty, shall I explain?The floor was just cleaned in the morning, and the two water glasses on the dining table were cleaned and placed there today, and there were no water stains or fingerprints on the cups.If I stopped to introduce her, her breath would be on the back of my neck, she was so close, when should I turn around?

I was like the high school student who brought his girlfriend home for the first time.

This discovery shocked me.My face stiffened almost immediately, and then changed to the expression of the owner of the house.When I stopped, she stopped immediately, and the imaginary embarrassment did not happen.

There is a visible distance between us.

"Sit down, I'll get you some water. How about this pillow?" I greeted her, walked to the kitchen, and found two coasters from the cabinet.It has a Van Gogh painting on it and I bought it while I was in London on a business trip.

She was much more relaxed than me, and her eyes were just right when looking at the furnishings, and she didn't linger too much.Of course, this is also because there is really nothing to see in my house, especially the living room, which is still an unfinished product.When I was pouring water, I could only see half of the sofa, and Miss Pender picked up a pillow and put it in her arms. Her left hand, which was arranging her hair, gently brushed the back of her ears, and the skin on the back of her neck was hidden in the linen collar.The sun is very bright today, and vaguely, I can see the exact outline of her loose shirt.

I took a sip of water and put the mask back on.

Is it too hot?

"It's better than I expected—thank you——" she opened her mouth after I came back, took the water glass, and pushed it to the center of the coaster, "At first I thought it was a more country-style yarn-dyed Cloth, you know, is very common in North America. I didn’t expect it to be a striped yarn-dyed fabric. Did you find it in any Southeast Asian country?”

"I bought it online." I knew she liked it, and explained, "If you can go treasure hunting in Bangkok while on a business trip, you may be able to find more beautiful ones, but I think this one is very good, ethnic It’s a little less stylistic, but very regional.”

Miss Pande rubbed it, looked up at me: "Is it linen?"

I nod.Her eyes became brighter, and she lowered her head to study carefully for a while, as if she half believed and half doubted my affirmation.The fabric used for the throw pillows was so thick and so densely woven that it was reminiscent of curtains, and I didn't believe it at first.Rubbing her fingertips on the pillow, the initial doubts have gradually faded away, and her guess will have an answer.I picked up my water glass as she followed the motion and looked at me.is she smilingI can't help thinking.

Miss Pan De raised her right hand and took off the mask.