不会自作多情

His eyes were getting watery. He shut them and took another sip of coffee. The bitter aroma unleashed itself in his mouth and down his throat, making its way to his heart. Xia Yingluo walked out of the cafeteria with anger still written on her face. She flagged down a cab and headed back to the training camp. What she hadn't noticed was that a black car had been parked across the street and that a woman sitting inside had been looking at her from the one-way glass window.