C52 Me Willing

It was already late in the night. Gong Xuejiao dragged her suitcase back to Room 1315. She forcefully threw her Gauguin shoes at the door and walked barefoot on the carpet.

For the past few days, she had been flying between England and China almost every time. The jet lag made her have no choice but to come back so late to rest.

But she didn't complain. She just wanted to meet him again