Lu Yihao stared at me fiercely and asked through gritted teeth: "Then what is our relationship?"
Lover, mistress, companion, one night fling?
My eyes felt inexplicably sore, and I blinked hard several times, trying to get rid of the sudden surge of wetness. In my blurred vision, Lu Yihao's face gradually overlapped with the charming or enthusiastic faces in the past. Those who had struggled with me seemed to have gathered together at this moment, all shouting the same question at me.
What is our relationship? Who do you think of me as yours?
I hate this kind of questioning, and I hate the entanglement where I don't know how to advance or retreat. Because no matter how many times I am asked, my answer is always the same.
Over the years, I have been involved in life-and-death relationships with all kinds of men who have come and gone in my arms. In the end, all I want is more accomplices.