The entire 70 minutes of Elle’s driving consisted of JZ tightly holding on to his car door’s handle and the seat. When she parked it in the parking garage, she said in a low and tense tone, “Bring me my clothes to work tomorrow and I’ll bring yours.” She grabbed her purse and angrily walked with her fists clenched.
“The sun is up,” Elle thought to herself, opening and shutting her eyes at the sun shining through the thin dark gray curtains. “What’s so warm on my back but my legs are so cool?” she asked herself. She lifted her head up and saw that she was arching over JZ’s chest. “At least his shirt is
“It’s not the ideal moment, but I still want you to meet them,” he answered with an awkward smile. JZ felt a poke on his back and he turned around. “Mom, dad,” he said as he led them a step closer to view Elle, “let me introduce you to Elle. She’s my newest songwriter, and before that, she was a published poet. Soon, she’ll be returning to teach English to first graders. Elle, this is my mom, Mrs. Li. This is my dad, Mr. Zhong.”
Elle's Adventure in China