"...I'll write!"
Sure, I said that, but how am I going to write it?
The biggest problem is I've never written a reflection essay my entire life.
With my head propped up and a pen in my mouth, I racked my brain wondering what to write.
"Tap tap tap," the room was pretty quiet, save for the sound of my boss, Gu Liancheng, typing away at his keyboard. I looked up to find him immersed in his work.
His diligent and meticulous work manner bordered on celestial handsomeness.
Generally, he would do overtime at the office, occasionally bringing work home. So, I didn't often see him at work.
Eleven thought about it; when Gu Liancheng came to mind, the image that appeared most often was...
...him sweating profusely, gasping for breath.
Err, err, err!
Eleven quickly shook her head, dismissing the awkward images flooding her mind.
Don't think about it, don't think about it. How could you have such naughty thoughts!
