Pouring Money

When I walked up to Bob, he was still lowering his head and chatting with someone.

I pursed my lips and said, "Give me the fruit tea."

He paused and glanced at Jason imperceptibly. In the end, he looked at me and said, "You're done talking."

I replied with a "hmm" and said, "I have nothing to talk to him about."

He raised his eyebrows and did not respond.

I bit my lower lip and glanced at him carefully. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"I'm fine."

Although his voice was faint, I could feel that he was unhappy.

Thinking that he might have to do a part-time job, I took the fruit tea and quickly said that I was waiting for you here, but he came to talk to me, so I was delayed.

I didn't want to meet Jason.

If he hadn't kept sending messages to my roommates...

But I didn't expect that Jason would say that.

I was shocked, but I couldn't make any waves.

The excitement in my heart when he took me out of the teaching building that night had slowly dissipated in the past three years.