"Ji Qing is a scumbag, I've known that for a long time."
I said this when my friend showed me a photo of Ji Qing and another woman.
"Then you still..."
"We just take what each other needs."
"Really?"
"Yes." I looked up at the sea outside the window and said coldly, "Because we never say "love" between us."
[This is a short story, written in the first person. I hope you like it! If you don't like light squirting, please!
Intention: Some love is not said with words, but reflected with practical actions.