3 I want you (1/2)
After running at full speed, Feng Qiao found himself inside a cubicle in a comfort room. It was a weird habit of his that whenever he encountered something he can't handle, he will lock himself up in a comfort room.
Aaaahh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!
Feng Qiao screams to himself. He covers his face with both of his hands. He could feel that his face is now warm, he must be blushing all over.
Feng Qiao pinched himself hard to test wether he is dreaming or not. It hurts so does that mean that this is real?
Did I really talked to Zhao Lin?
Feng Qiao can't believe what happened. What are the odds that Zhao Lin will come to his hideout? In the first place, why would Zhao Lin come to that kind of place?
Feng Qiao sets aside those questions for now. What's important now is the fact that he ran away from him in their first meeting! He must've thought he was crazy or weird!
He really felt like slapping himself now. It was a godly opportunity to get to know the person you like but he didn't grab it. Sadly, an opportunity like that wouldn't likely to happen for a second time. Anyway, he probably wouldn't be able to hold a proper conversation with Zhao Lin due to him being too nervous.
Who wouldn't feel like that when you are talking to the person you like?
/Krinngggg/
Suddenly his phone rings, it was the alarm he sets before he went to sleep. It's time for his next class, he must hurry up and go back to his classroom.
For the whole day, Feng Qiao spend his time in a daze. It's like he's walking in a cloud, he didn't even managed to think how he got himself home.
Even the next day, Feng Qiao is still not himself until the lunch break came where Feng Qiao now encountered a dilemma.
Should I go there again or not?
He was torn between wanting to see Zhao Lin again and not wanting to see him because of embarassment.
After contemplating for 15 mininutes, Feng Qiao decided!
Ofcourse he'll still go and see Zhao Lin!
The power of love is strong alright!
Feng Qiao needed his daily dose of 'Zhao Lin' to complete his day.