While everyone was dancing and singing, Min and I sat on the bar next to each other. The bright lights made it difficult for me to see Min's expression. I finally couldn't hold myself back any longer and asked, "Min, what is your relationship with my master?"
Min turned around, leaned against the bar and glanced at the master who was being pulled on the dance floor to revel, and said in a tired voice: "In his opinion, he must be a sex partner."
I was stunned, a little confused by Min's directness. Min drank all the wine in his hand and asked for another glass.
"Hey! Pretty lady, what do you need?"
"Long Island ice tea." Min smiled softly.
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