On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I climbed out of my childhood friend’s bed.
He lit a cigarette with careless ease.
“Leave through the back door in a bit. Don’t let my girlfriend see you.”
I froze. “You have a girlfriend? Since when?”
He curled his lips in a cold smile.
“None of your business.”
“You were the one who came on to me last night. I’m not taking responsibility.”
My expression turned indescribable.
“The person who slept with you last night wasn’t me…”
It was the cleaning lady from the guesthouse, who also happened to be his second uncle’s wife.
I had only come over to clean up the mess for them.