but you know it makes me more passive

After about two minutes, the Jack is really tired, and close my eyes Elva is shortness of breath. Jack stopped, dare not go to fancy what. Elva face crimson looked at Jack, said: "it is very late, you quickly go back!" "Well, you go I go back." Jack simple answer. "Well, Caution!, I go!" Then, the Elva slowly into a villa, not looking back Jack eyes, and Jack also signaled the waved.

 Until that skirt disappeared in the deep of the villa, Jack turned and left. Elva had just come into the room, her mobile phone rang, quickly answered: "Hello, Xiao Ding, how?" "Elva, I didn't tell you today, that Andrei today," "Today how?" "Today Andrei asked me to write a love letter to Dale." "What?" Elva immediately exclaimed: "not to say that all this let me arrange their own? He Andrei why so? I'm not doing!" "No, Elva," named Xiao Ding people on the other end of the phone to seek tao.

"Ding ah, no, but you know it makes me more passive? I said today that PigHead how suddenly become so." "Elva, anyway, I think Dale not so random people, so you don't need to be so worried." "Be about to speak, but saying nothing," Elva. "But what? Don't you really like Jack?" "In fact, I really like him," "I fainted, and he helped me do you like?" "I think Dale should not grant my forehead, so I want to not only help you can get him to my love." Said, Elva face red. "The fact is, Dale has promised you, want you to have dinner with him tomorrow."

"Ah? Not? How do small Ding? Can not go?" Elva telephone that head was frantic. "Now you have no way, only to do so, tomorrow will see Dale side, say you uncomfortable don't go." "Can only be the case, I hope he doesn't know," Elva looked out of the window, silently praying. , Walking in the way of Jack, the heart is continuously remember everything we do today. On the road, there are many idlers and he passed by, and heard it, always a lingering sound, as if the word 'PigHead' is the most beautiful word in the world. But, in the Jack heart, that one should not be yield reality always not in warning him, some of the feelings of the letting go is to let go. Here, in one hole all the excess of hope, the twinkling of an eye, will become a kind of innate hatred and hostility. Night, still as a quiet night, there is always like that, with Jack tonight, whether there will be others?