Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

Again, Ying asks who. Huā gulps uncomfortably. She wanted to meet them? How awkward would that be! Sure, one was someone she wouldn't hate to visit again- but the other was a random fling. She had bedded him with the thought that they'd never see eachother again. 

我担心你会不喜欢他们。 She admits. 一个人很好，但另一个人...他...很吓人。 Her brow furrows, not sure if it was the perfect descriptor- but he had certainly been unnerving.