Chapter 1
River Kwai Properties bought a prime location in the city center and built exquisite condominiums! Nowadays in Montrose, property prices are soaring, and the reception at the sales office is as crazy as Somali pirates. Those pirates are armed and robbing, and even if they're not good, they're good. But the sales staff treats customers with a charming smile, and behind the three towering buildings, men are mobbed as soon as they enter the door. No, they have to be polite, and if the first to ask a question, the one who can get the customer, and win the commission. "Mr. Holloway," said the sales manager, stepping out of the office with a scented, orchid-fingered charm. Mr. Holloway slowed down for a moment, he had trouble distinguishing the gender, he just nodded his head. "Mr. Holloway, my name is Anna Green, Anna of Montrose," she said, extending her long, delicate hand to Dr. Steven Holloway, and without waiting for him to return the gesture, she took his hand at his belt with a twinkle in her eye. The atmosphere around the silence, several saleswomen who did not receive customers whispered about Mr. Holloway's excellent posture and extraordinary temperament. Guihe real estate this time to launch a single suite and double duplex two types of residence, according to such an atmosphere, could he be single? If so ...... Everyone is secretly thinking that if they can have some contact with him at this moment, then they will become the female owner of Guihe Real Estate! The red light of the camera outside the sales hall went out, the man in the camera, simply handsome breathtaking ...... "Emily Hawkes, you've been following me all day, that's enough!" A girl jumped out of the flower bed, grabbing her waist and scolding Emily, who was taking pictures of the man, but had only glanced at him at the breakfast place, and really only glanced at him, and then dragged Olivia, who was on a date to go shopping, to follow her for so long. "It's a rare opportunity to meet such a handsome elitist guy, I have to take a good shot." Emily sighed, realizing that she had to take a good shot of him. Emily sighed, deep in her heart, she realized that if she didn't take enough pictures of such a beautiful man, she wouldn't have a second chance. "It's a pity that there are no close-ups of the front." Emily is a part-time manga artist, specializing in romance. Recently, she was looking for inspiration for her new work Uncle Puff, and when she saw the real-life version of the man in her heart at the breakfast store, she couldn't help herself. "Close-up? You're so close you can even see his nose hairs, why isn't that enough?" Olivia shook her head helplessly, but she had never seen Emily being so obsessive, as if she was shameless. "We won't be able to see her again, so we have to record it." The way Emily became one with the flowers and plants, Olivia smiled helplessly, it was rare for this little friend to have the patience to do one thing. Except, of course, for the four years she spent in college with a certain boy who was the best of the best. Emily had just put away her DSLR camera when the salesgirl from River Kwai caught her in the act. She saw Olivia standing with her flora before she spoke. "Both of you ladies ......," she had just opened her mouth, and Olivia was not happy about it. "Miss? You're cursing! That's all the more reason we won't come in to see your room." Olivia glanced at Emily who was hiding behind the sales lady. The people in the sales department were used to seeing these tycoons, so they weren't afraid of them. "Pretty girls, you've been taking pictures of Mr. Holloway for a long time, haven't you? Mr. Holloway asked you to wait a little bit, he will talk to you later when he comes out." Emily subconsciously grabbed the SLR hanging around her neck and raised her jaw to meet the challenge, "Forget about the dinner, you go tell Mr. Holloway that we have other things to do this afternoon." Olivia pulled a slightly dumbfounded Emily around and was about to leave. The salesgirl didn't comply, and followed her closely. "Then we'll leave our phone numbers and call him if we need anything." Olivia had a bright idea. "No, I need an ID card." The security guard of the sales department was there, looking very impressive. Emily lowered her head and looked at Olivia, her heart tightened, this is bad! It's bad luck to be detained for taking a picture of a handsome man! I should have known better than to indulge in beauty! In the last half-minute, Emily thought of her mother, the city's most famous lawwoman, asking her why she didn't follow the straight and narrow, and felt powerless. "Don't you have a temporary ID, give it to them!" Olivia whispered. Emily's heart lit up, sure enough, she had a temporary ID card, and she excitedly handed over the card. When Olivia then wrote down an unknown number, the two girls helped each other, and left quickly. Two graduate students who should have enrolled at the city's prestigious Central City Law University last year, this moment is more fulfilling than any sport they've experienced in their four years of college. Their hearts are pounding now, and every step is filled with excitement. Emily glances at Olivia, who is moving away, and shouts out breathlessly, "Liv, the temporary ID card may not be legally valid, but it has my name, my personality, and my home address! And my beauty!" "I'll be damned! That's beauty? I'd say you're 'flowerless' at best!" Olivia slapped Emily, trying to cover up the embarrassment of running wildly down the street. "If I were to buy a house in River Kwai in the future, I definitely wouldn't look for that one!" "Right! She's the one who took us in, so let's just turn around and leave until she's sorry she didn't know what she was looking for, and then show your husband when he swipes his card!" Emily babbled as she made her way downtown. "My husband?" Olivia pushes Emily, who's gotten into the act too much, to the side. "Emmy, don't curse me here!" Emily looked up to the sky and sighed, Oh God, please give these two beautiful old girls like flowers a teenager!
Chapter 2
Emily Hawkes' mom always said that her daughter finally looked like a normal college student compared to Olivia Mason, who was also a cadet at Central City Law University, but Olivia spent her days studying perverted courses like criminal psychology, eating noodles and watching Final Destination in order to prepare for her annual final exams. Emily and Olivia are both students at Central City Law University, but Olivia spends her days studying perverted courses like criminal psychology, eating instant noodles, and watching Final Destination to prepare for her yearly final exam. Emily wasn't so lucky. She grew up as a scrub, and when she moved from elementary school to middle school, she was at the bottom of her class and met Olivia, who was at the top of her class. By the time she got to middle school, she and Olivia were the last two guaranteed entrants into the best high school. As for college, she affectionately called Olivia crazy because she had set her course for life by simply saying "wake up". "Olivia, what would I do without you." Emily sometimes lamented. Olivia, in fact, is a lovable lunatic. She pushed open the door of Caesar's Coffee House, and the aroma of rich coffee hit her, making Emily inhale deeply. Although she wasn't interested in drinking coffee, she was fascinated by the aroma and craftsmanship of the brew, and Olivia particularly liked the coffee house, which was understatedly luxurious and bourgeois, and the dudes who patronized it were basically all high-quality. Emily also loves the coffee house because the desserts and fries are so good, and the owner's pasta is simply outstanding! Olivia was sitting under a white bookshelf, looking gorgeous with her waist-length curls, arguing with the owner about whether a certain coffee bean was from Scotland or France. She's a high-end lunatic! Emily's luck is not so good, as the house phone keeps ringing, from Mrs. Hawkes to Mr. Hawkes, with countless missed calls. Finally Olivia relented, took out her cell phone and said, "Answer it or don't answer it, the phone is here, and so is life." Olivia placed the phone neatly between the two, "Emily, in all these years I've never asked for anything, and this time, I want to get in at Alpha City Law University." Emily sat across from her, looking into her sparkling eyes through the warm yellow light of the coffeehouse, revealing hope for the future. Olivia had always been the decision maker, but she had never asked Emily for anything, and this was the first time. In the end, Emily gave in. "Dad, if you still want my cell phone to be dead or turned off, then go ahead and call." Emily picked up the phone, her heart softening, after all, jumping out of the window in the morning to escape had been her fault, and reporting it as safe was kind of necessary. "Mr. Hawkes, I'll be back to bring you a cake from Genjo." "And a bottle of red wine?" On the other end of the line, apparently Mrs. Hawkes grabbed the phone, "Be home in 20 minutes, you know I'm not kidding." That was the end of her compliments, Mrs. Hawkes was really pissed off this time. Saying goodbye to Olivia, Emily is left with no choice but to take action to be home in 20 minutes to make a statement. Although Olivia had few ideas, she always had a way of cracking open Emily's heart when she was faced with a difficult situation, and Olivia also said that there was no shortage of dreamers in this society, only a shortage of beds to dream on. Emily grew up knowing that having a strong mother was more important than having a rich father. Unfortunately, she was never her mother's pride and joy, and Mrs. Hawkes, who had a reputation at Montrose for being a rose, rarely heard anything but praise for Emily's beauty. Only Emily knew that Mrs. Hawkes would have preferred to hear compliments about her studies. Unfortunately, she never got her wish, and whenever she and Mrs. Hawkes went out to meet a colleague, it was beauty over intelligence that everyone saw in all its glory. Perhaps, Emily does not have so much wisdom light, and is not a smart person ...... she felt a lot of pressure. Burgundy dress, high-waisted black belt, long hair tied in a simple ponytail, all the preparations were completed in accordance with Mrs. Hawkes's requirements.Emily sat quietly on the sofa watching cartoons, waiting for the tutor to arrive. Dr. Steven Holloway, the eldest son of Mrs. Hawkes' college teacher, is now a special substitute professor at Central City Law University, and also works for the state-owned company Direct Supreme Court. He's rumored to be a handsome man, a far cry from the big, fat kid Emily remembered as a child. Apparently, Mrs. Hawkes is trying to force Emily into a relationship. After a long day of fighting, Emily thought she would just have to talk about it, but then, just after noon, the doorbell rang. The weather in late fall is dry, Emily a few days ago especially and Olivia learned a set of very petty feelings of enjoyment, in a famous Japanese private museum bought a set of humidifiers, essential oils or water vapor blowing on the skin cool and comfortable, greatly relieving the discomfort of the home turned on the underfloor heating. Emily is secretly enjoying herself at the moment, in a good mood. Open the door, the person standing in the doorway wearing a dark blue V-neck shirt, with the same color trench coat, tailored to fit, dark gray pants can not hide the fatal temptation of long legs. "I can't believe you found me!" Emily gripped the door handle, ready to force the door to close. The person outside the door obviously didn't expect her to close the door suddenly, froze for a moment, and then broke into a smile. How dare you close the door? Looks like Emily really knows her stuff! The door opens again, and the person standing in the doorway pokes his head out, seemingly pathetically reveling in Dr. Holloway's superior appearance once again. "Now that you're here, let's talk." Emily ready, should give the photo to give the photo, should give the phone to give the real phone ...... is to want her this person also have to consider. "Shouldn't I go in first?" Dr. Holloway's words just fell, Emily at this point gave up the position behind her. "I'm a comic book artist, that's why I'm shooting you just for the script." Emily instantly goes into a state of admission, "Dr. Holloway, I can promise I won't do ......" "When did you start drawing comics?" Dr. Holloway asks casually as he sits down, then waits. He skipped right over introductions, confrontations, harsh words, and pleasantries ...... Emily bellyaches, this guy is so hard to get a hold of. But she answered honestly, as the saying goes. But why be nice? "Manga started with drawing, of course... Oh no, it started with watching Detective Conan... Do you know that anime? It's a classic that's been on the air for ten years." While Emily was talking, she took out the script of Uncle Puff she was drawing from under the sofa cushion and showed it to him like a treasure. Dr. Holloway, who was sitting on the sofa, didn't appreciate her enthusiastic offering, and after flipping through a few pages of the script, his face darkened. "Dr. Holloway, is it ugly?" Uncle Puff's prototype was sitting here, and his face was like this, Emily could imagine how bad her drawing skills were! She couldn't wait to disappear at the moment. "Turns out your mom shouldn't have pushed you to take Alpha City Law, but should have given you more time to draw comics." Dr. Holloway had made it so obvious, but unfortunately Emily still didn't get the message. She thought she'd met her soulmate, but he instantly said something that poked her right in the heart. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Dr. Holloway sucked in a breath, and almost didn't get a brain bleed. The best of the best in the world of politics and law, a young man that even Mrs. Hawkes had to admire, had been defeated by the naivety of Emily. "Since I don't need to, I'll tell your mother." Dr. Holloway rose and prepared to leave. Disappointed that he had missed the fact that the pretty girl at the 18th Bat Mitzvah was now 22 years old and still so ignorant. Just as he was walking out, the corner of his trench coat was grabbed by Emily, her whole body was lying on the sofa, her expression was extremely painful, "Dr. Holloway, I have no grudge against you, why do you want to tell my mom just because of a photo!" Dr. Holloway turns around and sees Emily's tearful eyes, and it's heartbreaking indeed. Sigh helplessly, this girl ...... "Dr. Holloway?!" Emily is extremely familiar with this sigh, this is not exactly the Dr. Holloway who has been praised day and night by Mrs. Hawkes since she was a toddler! I didn't realize how iconic he'd become after so many years of absence, but I guess he was just a chubby kid before the stripes were smoked! The chubby brother that she remembered has now become the elitist person that her mother said she had never seen in her life, and has even become the lead actor in the "Uncle Puff", the movie that she had worked so hard on! God, how could you love Dr. Holloway so much? "Not so dumb, you at least remembered my name." Dr. Holloway took a small step back so that Emily could no longer hold onto his coat. Emily, with her arms still stretched out, buries her whole face in the sofa, grunts for a long time, and finally, with regret and compliments, turns her flushed face to Dr. Holloway, who is so handsome that he makes her nose bleed: "Uncle, please stay here and teach me how to be the best lawyer in the comic book industry!" "Uncle?" said Dr. Holloway, clearly surprised by her address. "Just sit down!" Emily waved disgruntledly at the distant Dr. Holloway, who made a point of turning his face in the other direction, defaulting to not looking, before she straightened her all-burgundy skirt. "Uncle, do you like White too? Can I get you a set as a gift?" Emily complimented, but felt instantly nervous. Not only did this Dr. Holloway know that she drew comics, he was also in control of the whole situation, so he was Emily's current deity! Dr. Holloway's facial expression never changed, and at this moment, he was even more calm, "Bribery won't work." Well, Emily pouted. It's true that when she was a kid, she teased him about being fat when she saw this "Uncle", but that's just not something she can make up for on a bad day in the sun. "Then don't tell my mom! It's my privacy!" Emily fought defiantly, knowing how to deal with such honorable people.
Chapter 3
In the old days at Central City Law University, there was no shortage of people who wouldn't give in, and Olivia Mason and Dr. Steven Holloway had years of experience talking to each other about how it was okay to talk a girl into crying, crying, crying, crying, crying, and crying. The corners of Dr. Steven Holloway's eyes rose slightly, and Emily Hawkes scowled, "What are you following me for?" "Is there? If I'm stalking you, then find the evidence!" Emily Hawkes grabbed her sketch and held it in front of her chest, scrutinizing Dr. Steven's changing expression, while playing a slightly pouty game, "You just happen to look like my Uncle Puff, and it's not against the law to draw caricatures." "Very well." Dr. Steven Holloway smiled, his eyebrows were untamed, and Emily Hawkes' heart skipped a beat, "So now we can talk about grad school." Emily Hawkes finally lost the battle because of the other party's high-handedness, who made her a natural born to eat soft but not hard, Dr. Steven Holloway was the Uncle Puff who had helped her back then, and now he was close at hand in his own home for his own observation, which was a strong motivation to take the Alpha City Law University. Finally, forced by Dr. Steven's powerful aura, Emily Hawkes obediently led him into her well-lit bedroom, a beautiful room that had been tidied up overnight and was not afraid of creases, and invited him in by pointing out the beautiful separate space. Watching him step into his little pink world, Emily almost wanted to scream and call Olivia: "Uncle Puff has parachuted into Poverty Alley!" Unfortunately, before she could find out exactly where she'd lost her cell phone, Dr. Steven Holloway had already picked up one of the required books for the exam and was sifting through it. Emily understood, this Dr. Steven Holloway is the eldest son of the professor, but also the most favorite disciple, mom as the city's famous lawyers, to the teacher's son from childhood is very afraid of envy. Looking at his son, and looking at herself, Emily couldn't compare. But as fate would have it, Dr. Steven's father taught her mother, and now he's teaching Emily; in any case, the gap between the older generation and the younger can't be bridged. "How come you didn't choose to take the direct exam the year you graduated from college?" Dr. Steven looked at the beautiful font on the book, but not as confused as Emily's appearance, a few paragraphs of analysis of cases, showing that she was very hard working. Emily's heart was apprehensive, hearing Dr. Steven say this, the usual clever reply to her mom was blocked in her throat, but in her heart it was very difficult to be sour. Why didn't you just take the exam? Why didn't she just take the test when she had been working day and night to get into Alpha City Law University? She also asked herself, but really do not dare to admit. "I was afraid I wouldn't get in." More than that, she was afraid that if she got in, she wouldn't be able to face the guy she'd loved for four years, but in the end, she'd poured a whole bottle of beer on him. Dr. Steven was slightly stunned, in his impression, the Emily who rushed to the forefront as a child, and was good at all kinds of mischief and mischief, learned to bow her head frequently when she grew up. Can age really change character? "In fact, look at your previous practice answers, completely sure ......" Dr. Steven hands of exercise book to open a few pages, can be found that her learning ability is actually very strong. Originally, he wanted to comfort her, but he didn't realize that in the middle of his speech, the thing in his hand was snatched away by Emily. Emily narrowed her eyes, "Uncle! I did the exercises when I was young, I don't want to see them now." She held the exercise book in her arms, just as she had just held the drawing. Dr. Steven was intrigued, until Emily turned sheepishly to one side, clasped her hands to her chest, and over-enthusiastically searched for a topic of conversation, "Uncle, do you think you need to memorize all these books again?" "That's not so bad, I'll hook you up with some highlights, start with some familiar case studies tomorrow to help jog your memory, and a couple months of preparation should do the trick." Even Dr. Steven was having a headache when he saw so many various essential books for the exam. Not to mention, this was a part-time cartoonist who had already graduated for a year. "Uncle, do you think I'm suitable to study this?" Emily pretended to inquire, although she knew that it was too late to ask Dr. Steven this question, she still foolishly asked it. Like a heartfelt question. Too bad Dr. Steven didn't care to answer. Emily sensed that the Uncle had the right to remain silent on all questions of speculation and impracticality, and that he had a policy of teaching, indoctrinating, and continuously filling Emily's head with statesmanship.
Chapter 4
So Emily Hawkes, who had regained a little of her sobriety, stayed by his side, listening to his explanations and sketches of the points to be memorized. However, she never put down the exercise book in her hand, and she was occasionally lost in thought. Each page of the exercise book held her secret - a little something she'd written down over the years after she'd gotten tired of studying, mostly a confession of her love for the boy, and an encouragement to herself, a reminder to Nathan Foster to be worthy of him. Lyrics, phrases, names, and little illustrations ...... filled the book with signs of her devotion to him. "Olivia, Emily! I went to law school because of you! Who am I going to have dinner with if you don't get into Central City Law University!" Crazy Liv waved her arms frantically as she said goodbye, her face covered in tears, her curls flying in the wind. Emily's father had once said that it would be immature of Emily to reach out in such a way in order to fulfill her dreams. Your choices are based on the efforts of your mother and I. Don't make us regret indulging you. In the end, she got it. "Little Emmy, one mind cannot be divided." Dr. Steven Holloway suddenly approached her, and Emily was startled by his enlarged features. When she reacted, she stared at him blankly. "Dr. Holloway is so strict!" She mused in her mind. With those deep eyes and gentle demeanor, he really attracted her. "Oh." Emily nodded blankly. She looked up at the window, realizing that the sky was slowly getting darker, and that time was flying by. She hesitated to turn on the light, the back of her hand brushing against the fingertips of another hand just as she reached out. Snap - Dr. Holloway turned on the overhead light on his desk, and an instant bright glow illuminated the entire space. Emily froze, not knowing how to react to the silence and closeness. "Starting tomorrow, to face with the spirit of the examination, do not let uncle disappointed." Finished, Dr. Holloway deliberately made a pause, although this name seems a little old-fashioned, but used in their own body has a special flavor. In the late afternoon, Mrs. Hawkes' hair, pulled up in a high bun, sparkled in the living room. When she saw Emily respectfully escorting Dr. Holloway out of the room, she couldn't help but smile broadly at the corners of her mouth. "Dr. Holloway, Emily is usually not very mature in what she says and does, you have to be more tolerant." Mrs. Hawkes said, "But her learning potential has yet to be tapped." Dr. Holloway revealed a smile, looking towards Emily, eyes satisfied and approving, "She's very good." The complimented Emily glanced at the side of his face, and after a while lifted her chin excitedly, "See? Someone said your daughter is not bad!" But just as she was basking in her joy, huddled behind the couch cushions, trying to fend off Mrs. Hawkes' accusations, her cell phone was approaching dozens of missed calls. Eventually, Emily's cell phone ran out of juice, and Crazy Liv's cell phone didn't work after dialing 120. The first rays of the morning sun hit the pure white walls of the hospital, diffusing the light. Wearing short sleeves on this fall day, she couldn't help but pull the quilt around her, wrapping herself up in it. However, the smell of disinfectant floating in the air made her shiver. Damn it! Falling asleep in the school study room again? Olivia glanced at the boy in the hospital bed, who was also wrapped up tightly. When she brought him in at midnight last night, she had stripped him of his clothes and put them on her own, and out of humanitarianism, she had covered him with the hospital's communal quilt. Anyway, she was disgusted, but did not expect to wake up in the morning, this handsome man himself instead of the quilt cover. His thick eyelashes, roughly estimated to be at least 1.5 centimeters, were so thick that Olivia slipped on her shoes, jumped out of the ER bed, and half-squatted down to admire the man's waking beauty. Wow, if her chasing after the older man yesterday had left her speechless, today she'd truly experienced what it meant to be an eye candy hottie! "Good morning, Ethan!" smiled Olivia, her eyes curving as she tried to avoid startling him, not realizing that Ethan, who had just opened his eyes, nearly fell off the hospital bed. Ethan, in shock, grabs the quilt to cover his chest and says angrily, "Who are you?" Shit, I really don't remember.
Chapter 5
Things first go back to last night. At Vivid Lust, a karaoke bar in a college town. Since graduation, Emily Hawkes and Olivia Mason have been patronizing this lounge as usual. Because of its proximity to the university, most of the clientele is the rich and famous among college students and their friends. Occasionally, they meet a few older patrons, all of whom are educated, polite gentlemen. Because they went to college in the city, the two of them are not prone to change their minds about places like karaoke once they've made up their minds. Their standards are ridiculously high: mental cleanliness. But when Olivia pushed open the door of the box last night, the men and women inside really scared her. "Sorry, wrong room." Olivia quickly closed the door to the box, and there was CL's new song "Bad Girl" in her ears, and Charlie Pierce and a few of his high school buddies were dancing around in there with a lot of enthusiasm. The atmosphere was electric, the boys were handsome, and the girls, led by Charlie, were all known as the "bad girls" of high school. One of them came out smiling, "Crazy, Charlie, you're here, I don't believe it!" "Yeah, I've been busy planning the future with Emmy." She looked inside through the glass opening, and saw Charlie's face flashing with laser lights, waving happily at her, "What's going on in there?" "Charlie had a crush on the cute guy in the next box and wanted his number, but he wouldn't give it to her. Then we ran out of compartment fees, and she argued with them somehow, so we played together." That's how it went down, and it sounds like a good time. Olivia was pretty, and despite her spirited personality, she had a way of doing things that both men and women couldn't do anything about, and they loved to hang out with her, they loved her to death. Charlie seemed to value this, and it was a must to have Olivia at the party. "And? Why do you want to share a drink?" Olivia remembered that when she answered the phone, Charlie said eight glasses of wine, and felt helpless that these friends, who have been together for years, are really disappointing in their drinking skills, and they come out to pretend to be ladies' men! Sure enough, she regretted it right after she said that, she was pretending to be a big sister again! "If Crazy wins, we can take the guy tonight." Charlie saw Olivia take her seat, smiled badly and looked in over her shoulder, "We're drinking brandy now, did you see that guy? He's so drunk that he can't even think straight!" Olivia followed her gaze, and sure enough, she saw a handsome boy frowning as he downed an entire glass of highly concentrated brandy. Poor thing, he'd get a perforated stomach if he drank like that. The moment she pushed the door open, she caught the scent of several fine perfumes. She thought, "Good for you, Charlie, your high school friends, for taking care of your fellow Fosters when it counts". Most of the guys in the box looked like college students, dressed casually and elegantly, with good taste. A depth charge fell into the glass. "Who is this beautiful woman?" A boy also seems to be watching the game drank a little wine, giggling on the shoulders of his companions, Olivia laughed, "I also want to bet on the wine, win I want her as a girlfriend." "Then just go for the white ones." Olivia saw him delirious, thought of teasing is also good, "52 degrees above how?" Everyone around her broke into smiles, "You're too much of a drinker too." He cocked his head, muttering to himself. "Nowadays, girls can drink, and drinking too much is not out of control, so what should I do ......" "Stupid ass, get out of my way." Ethan Holloway, who was ready to spar with Olivia, leaned back on the sofa, just caressing his partner's head, full of comforting smiles, "Get drunk, don't lose face in front of the beautiful girls." Ethan sits up, picks up the pen on the table and pulls Olivia's arm. Olivia struggles, but unexpectedly lets him hold her. A series of beautiful numbers are written on Olivia's arm, making her giggle and struggle at the same time. "Here's my number, it's late, go home." Ethan said with a bad smile, his eyes curved, Olivia also looked at him in the weak light, a straight nose, fresh short hair, with that sports brand T-shirt, the whole person is very sunny. No wonder Charlie had to pick up on people, really his kind, let go of tomorrow will wake up to regret all the intestines green. First of all, Olivia never lets go of a guy with a high nose, and takes him under her wing as a friend. And then, of course, there's the most important reason - he's wearing Olivia and Emily's favorite sports brand. Whenever someone buys for them, they always bring back a set. "You're drunk, that's why you're running!" Olivia said, grabbing the corner of his t-shirt, "I bet you're going to throw up on your way out the door." Ethan grinned, handed his wallet to his sober partner, and stayed behind to clean up the mess.
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