Once? Not enough

Chapter 3: The Tips of the Ears are Red, Red and Dripping Blood

“How, how do I test?” The girl’s voice stuttered and seemed to shake a little as she tried desperately to suppress the apprehension in her tone.

“Where are you?” Evan asked absently.

Amy answered him slowly and hesitantly, “North City University, School of Architecture and Design.”

“Designer?”

“Well......,” Amy buried her face in her arm, half of her face was red.

She felt she had disgraced this identity.

Evan turned off the water, pulled a washcloth to clean his hands, and walked out of the bathroom with his phone in his hand.

He wasn't in the habit of bringing people home.

But he didn't want to go out this late.

He was gambling on whether this lack of heart would come.

If she came, she should be given a good scare.

So, he reported the address of the flat: “Eight Square City, Block 6, 1009, come here.”

Amy's face was burning hot, and even her neck and ear tips were red, red as if dripping blood.

She looked at the time, the dormitory still had half an hour before lights out.

She hesitated.

But her mother's words kept echoing in her ears: “We fed you, we clothed you, we educated you, we scraped together everything to pay your tuition fees, and now that you're a college student, you're not willing to take any money home, and you just know how to cry about being poor every day, not as good as Erin next door, who graduated from junior high school and works outside, and sends 10,000 yuan to her family every month, so what's the point of having you? ”

Amy bit her lips.

The other party saw that she was silent for a long time, coldly snorted: “Since you don't have the guts, don't presume to make any big money, wash your hands of it, designer.”

Amy clenched her hand and said stiffly, “I'll go.”

She was sitting in the hallway of the dormitory at this time, it was dark and there was no one.

She took a deep breath and made up her mind, “I'll go, wait for me.”

……

Eight Square City is not far from North City University. The bus only takes four stops, and the subway is only two stops.

Amy followed the navigation and got on the last subway car, which was empty, only the sound of the radio announcing the stops.

She sat down for a few minutes and arrived at the station.

Outside the block, it took her a while to find the building he had told her about, which was a high-end apartment building that required a card to be swiped in the elevator.

Amy sat in the waiting area in the lobby, pulled out her phone and dialed Evan's number.

“I, I'm here, I can't get up in the lobby, the elevator needs a card.”

Evan didn't expect her to actually come when he received the call.

He was silent for a long time and ghostly said.

“Wait.”

Then he hung up the phone, casually put on a pair of lounge pants, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the waiting area in the lobby had sofas and small tables with a few people sitting sporadically.

Evan scanned the area and saw a girl in the corner, wearing a white T-shirt, baggy jeans, and black canvas shoes, a plain outfit, revealing restraint between her hands and feet, with a clear and stupid look.

He raised his step and walked over.

Amy waited for half a day, looking around the high-end and elegant atmosphere of the building, feeling a little at a loss.

She straightened her spine and sat upright, trying to look as natural as possible.

The next second, a male voice came from above her head, “6529?”

Amy subconsciously raised her head and met the man's three-dimensional handsome face.

He stood in front of her with one hand in his pocket, looking down at her, his figure tall and straight, with the unique fresh and clean scent of a man.

Amy froze for two seconds, and before she could react, she heard the man's cold and clear tone state once again.

“Mobile phone tail number, 6529, virgin.”