Xie Xu said he liked me, but I didn't believe him.
I just thought it was the young master who came up with some fun ideas to torment me.
After all, it's me who owes him, so Xie Xu can't play too much no matter how he wants to play.
But he kept talking about taking me home. Xie Xu seemed to be ill, a very serious illness.
(First person, short story)
Concept: Companionship is a kind of medicine
