Bulgarian Rose

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When I was in my fourth and final year of college, I took the last train of my life. I got a scholarship of the lowest level as a substitute, the school gave me 300 yuan. This was something I never thought. The day I received the money, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep until midnight.

Bai Lin leaned the railing on the upper bunk, rolled her eyes and said, "As for those three hundred yuan. Those who ignore the reason for your excitement will think that you * received chicken blood."

"Chicken blood?"

"It is said," Bai Lin explained from her bunk, "after people inject themselves with chicken blood, they will be more energetic, flushed and will not want to sleep for months."

Right now I'm standing in the middle of the hotel room. It is almost dawn and I have the feeling of having been injected again with chicken blood. I want to run to the balcony and scream really loud, but out of fear to being heard by Mu Chenghe who is staying next door or being caught by the hotel security, I don't do it.

Then I jumped onto the bed, buried my head under the pillow, yanked on the covers, and rubbed the pillow again.

Then I jumped onto the bed, buried my head under the pillow, yanked on the covers, and rubbed the pillow again

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In the end, I ignored the time and called Bai Lin. Otherwise, I don't know what will happen to me tomorrow morning if I can't find someone to vent to, I'll go crazy.

Bai Lin, who woke up in the middle of the night, was calmer than me. After hearing my story, she couldn't help but say meaningfully, "Xiaotong──"

"What's up?"

"Did you drug Mu Chenghe?"

"... Of course not". When I heard this question, I wanted to squash her.

"Did you get him drunk?"

"Not!"

"Was he unconscious or did he have brain cramps?"

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"Was he unconscious or did he have brain cramps?"

"Impossible. He was talking to me since the beginning"

"What happened after?"

"What happened after?"

"What happened after he kissed you?"

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