Although it has been so long, I never forget her appearance.
My heart skipped a beat when I first saw her.
It's her. Jane.
I was really preoccupied by the beauty that time. Now, she is here.
Is it the result of serendipity?
She tilts her head and looks at me, getting more timid.
She doesn't recognize me.
Or maybe she has already forgotten me.
Alright, we can start it anew.
God let me meet her here. There must be something God plans for me.
I show a faint smile and say to her, "Why should I start my car?"
However, I'm a little worried about her because she seems in a bad condition.
Her face is crimson. Is she drugged?
A middle-aged woman appears beside the car and tries to open the car door.
And another man also comes here.
"Jane, get out! When did you hook up with this man? Get out of the car, bitch!"
Who is him?
He is her boyfriend or ... husband?
But no matter who he is, he doesn't deserve her.
Jane tightly pulls on the car door and says to me, "I know you have a lot of women, but I'm very good in bed. I assure you that you will have an exclusively amazing experience with me in bed!"
She said she was very good in bed?
Has she had many experiences in bed with other man?
Somehow, I get sullen.
I stare at her, pull a long face. After a long time, I force out a sentence.
"Don't regret it."
'Thank God. I meet her again. I will cherish this opportunity.'
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