Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“If you don’t eat the food, I’ll call Mr. Loftus,” she wrote.

Before she came here, Curtis had given Gus’ phone number to her, just in case they needed to contact each other for the time they’d be posted in the village. Curtis had also told her that if she had any trouble, she could ask Gus for help.

When Gus saw the message from Debbie, he shot an incredulous glance at her, just in time to catch her returning the phone back into her pocket.

“I’ve never seen such an annoying woman!” Gus cursed.

His voice wasn’t that loud but was enough to be heard by their schoolmates. As Gus’ eyes were fixated at Debbie, everyone instantly understood who the annoying woman was in his mouth.

The villagers were preparing the wine at one side so they didn’t hear it. Gail and the other girls chuckled under their breaths.

What had Debbie done to earn his rebuke? Was it something major that

Gus would carry the disagreement back to school?

Unimpressed by Gus’ behavior so far, Jared put down his chopsticks and wanted to retort. But Debbie grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Never mind. Go on with your meal,” she persuaded

At least, Debbie’s message had gotten home. Feeling pressured, Gus had already taken his chopsticks and begun to take a bite of the food. As such, Debbie thought it was unnecessary to let Jared join the argument.

Yet, a question suddenly rose in her heart. She didn’t understand why

Curtis had to ask Gus to come with her.

In the middle of the meal, the village head’s wife came to the dinner table after finishing her housework. A student stood up and politely ceded his seat to her. But she shook her head and chose to sit next to

Debbie.

As Debbie was relishing the special flavor of the peach blossom wine made by the villagers, she finally got to know why the village head’s wife chose to sit next to her. She realized that she was specially treated by the village head’s wife. The woman happily greeted in her local dialect and proceeded to add more food onto Debbie’s plate.

Although Debbie didn’t understand her Language, she could feel the hospitality in her tone and suppressed the urge to stop the woman from adding food onto her plate.

Seeing how the two got along so well, Jared said jokingly whether the village head’s wife wanted Debbie to stay and marry her son. Debbie would probably have a dotting mother-in-law.

Amidst amused giggles, everyone’s eyes turned to Debbie, who pretended offense at Jared’s joke

After dinner, the village head took them to attend a campfire party.

The bone chilling cold on the way made them yearn for the bonfire so much that when they finally arrived, they couldn’t hide their excitement. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

A group of young boys and girls dressed in cultural costumes were on the site to entertain their visitors with dance and song. Beaming with glee, they greeted and invited the students to dance together.

Debbie joined the dancing group too. On her left hand was a pretty girl dressed in a yellow cultural costume; while on her right hand was the handsome son of the village head, also dressed in a cultural costume and a large woven hat on his head.

The young man and a few of the young villagers had basic compulsory education, so they at least had enough conversational fluency in standard Mandarin to have chit chat with the students. It was sheer fun to finally have locals to talk to, ask questions and learn about the culture.

After the campfire party, Debbie went back to her room, feeling thoroughly entertained. But she shivered in cold again when she went back to her room. In a few minutes, without washing her face, she quickly went to her bed.