Seven Days of Love

And me, I come from such a filthy family.

Even I am nothing but a mediocre, good-for-nothing person.

Jin Lan stayed with me for a few days, and at night, he’d sit with me at the corner bar.

We saw Shen Qi.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: “He waited outside your lounge door until dawn that day.

“Does he like you?”

The scab on my leg was itching so badly it was driving me crazy, so I snapped, “Doesn’t Li Qiu like you too?

“What, am I not allowed to have a suitor?”

The more I talked, the angrier I got. I twisted my body, trying to stand up from his lap, but he pressed his palm against my lower abdomen, pinning me down.

He chuckled: “Lin Qiqi, trying to hook up with other men?

“In your dreams.”