As planned, I needed to go to Wuxi as early as possible, but things got a bit tired at night that I managed to wake up at around 11:00 in the morning. I hurriedly took a bath and drove my bike to the bus station. It was a smooth journey, too; I had a couple of KFC fried chicken and a drink before heading to the waiting lounge for my 11:40′ish trip to Wuxi. 

I've arrived at the apartment after 50 minutes, and I unexpectedly saw him at the reception, and we’d got eye-to-eye contact, me wondering why he was at my place whilst him wondering why I was around. To cut the story short, he’s got a client to attend in private. Well, yeah . . . given to the nature of his job, what can I do? 

I ain’t supposed to send him a message as it feels awkward as I man knew who his client is and knowing that he was with someone, he’ll definitely act tired when it is my turn. What the hell am I thinking? Are we a couple? That’s definitely wrong to think of him . . . as his client and myself are of the same level. Fuck! I can’t believe why I am thinking that way . . .