Trapped In Love: Your Kiss Sets Me Free

es earlier. She looked at the bus stop and found that the last bus was between half past nine and ten o'clock. It would take some time fro

past nine, so there was no need for so many waiters to hold on until the last minute. The manager of th

Rowena would be happy too. She could persua

ight wind. At about seven o'clock in the evening, the night fell. The bamboo shadows were in the light, which looked very interesti

e 17. The other one belonged to Table 33. Table 33 was next to the window on the other side. Co

she breathed a sigh of relief. The waiter's instinct made her say "sorry" to the person beside her in a hurry. No matter what happened, she had to apologize to the customer first. She said "sorry, sorry" and looked at the person beside her. The man

down by another hand. It was an empty sleeve

nly that Cornelia's brain was as pale as a camera in an exposed state. Her round eyes slowly returned to the normal sha

ately filled with coffee. When her left hand holding th

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e bottom of the cup, and the porcelain white at the bottom could be faintly seen. His fingers were fair and slender, and his bones were well proportio

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in a softer and

yes and looked at the messy plate through the mist of t

up to the edge of the plate, stopped in the middle of the other side, and fir

didn't relax. She said,

run to your sleeve. Le

lia said stubbornly, "I'll go and ch

cheeks. Her eyes were wet, looking like pear blossom with rain.

k and motioned her to go first. His body was against the edge of t

rst of bitterness in her eyes again. She walked

om her hand and asked, "What happene

twenty-one years old, three or four years older than Cornelia, b

grip and said in a low

Cornelia's eyes and cheeks, Nina Wu said, "It

s and cheeks with her

? Go wash yourself. Which table is this

he menu at the corner of the plat

d dried her hands. As expected, a small piece of her right sleeve was wet. Corneli

ry played back in her mind.

e and foreign architecture together. Some were pictures, some were models. The pictures were inlaid i

heard a few whispers in French. She couldn't understand

the man's voice was very pleasant to hear, when Cornelia left t

spoke was a short and thin man beside the golden haired man. He lowered his head slightly and walked towards the exhibition cabinet. His left hand was naturally drooping to his side, and his right hand was in the trouser