"开会呢，再说。"她顶着鸡窝头缩在门边缝里，"再说。"

我靠在门上，感觉脑袋都要被夹断了。 ivy 这家伙，真是越来越喜欢开会了，搞得跟中央办公厅似的。我伸手去推门，却听到里面传来一阵窸窸窣窣的声音，紧接着是一个愤怒的喊声：

"谁啊！ gate!"

ivvy apparently heard the noise and came out to see what was going on. "What is it, Nick? Need something?" she asked, walking towards me with a puzzled expression.

我无奈地笑了笑，指了指自己脑袋："就是问你开会的事。我头都快要被夹断了。" ivy 看了看我，又看了看门，突然愣了一下，然后开始笑。 "Oh my god, you're serious? You actually got your head stuck in the door?" she laughed, stepping aside to let me in.

我松了一口气，走进屋里。 ivy 住在一家小公寓里，里面虽然不大，但收拾得还算整洁。我放下包， ivy 立刻冲过来，想要帮我拿。 "Need help with that?" she asked, reaching for my bag.

我赶紧躲开："不用不用，我自己来。" ivy 看了看我，又笑了。 "You're such a gentleman, Nick. Always so polite." she said, walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

我坐在沙发上，看着电视里播放的体育比赛，却一点都看不进去。 ivy 来回走动着，手里拿着一杯红酒，时不时停下来看看我。 "What's wrong, Nick?" she asked, sitting down next to me. "You seem out of it."

我叹了口气："没什么，就是有点累。" ivy 看了看我，突然凑过来，在我的耳边轻声说："You know what would make you feel better?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.