In the seventh year of being Pei Yan’s bedmate, he kissed his first love passionately at my birthday party.
I made an excuse to wash my face. Before I came back, I overheard his friend ask, “She’s been chasing you since high school. Aren’t you sick of her yet?”
He chuckled. “I’ve been sick of her for ages. But she’s clean, convenient, and always willing to come to me. Where else could I find a woman like that?”
His first love pouted at him. “How is she good enough to sleep with you? I could do that too.”
He tenderly kissed her forehead. “You’re my most precious treasure. We’ll wait until we’re married.”
When he mentioned me, his face filled with contempt. “As for that promiscuous woman, she’s so filthy. How could she compare to you?”
“She was just someone to fool around with.”
“Once we’re married, I’ll get rid of her.”
I didn’t cry or make a scene. I turned and walked away.
There’s no need to wait until he gets married. I’m getting rid of him now.
I’m sick of this improper relationship too.
