Halfway through the bath towel, a hand pressed down on my hand.

"What are you doing?" He opened his eyes slightly. His voice was low and his eyes were slightly drunk.

My heart skipped a beat.

What are you doing, what...

Was he shy?

"Do you want me to turn off the lights?" I asked in a low voice.

He stared at me for half a minute.

Click. I turned off the light.

Thinking of his beautiful face, I plucked up my courage and kissed him on the face.

"How big are you?" He smiled and stopped her from moving. His magnetic voice came into my ears and tickled me.

I was stunned for a moment. Was he teasing me?

"E..." I shamelessly exaggerated my size. 

"Ha..." He chuckled, and then his body trembled with laughter. "Are you sure?"

Was he suspecting me?

"At least C..." I was sure.

He was silent for a long time, and then he lazily said, "What I said... is age."

What a shame...

"Twenty-six," I said, gnashing my teeth.

"That's a little... old." He sighed and then let go of my hand. Switching off the lights, he said, "I can do with that."

Then, he acted as if I could do whatever I wanted.

"Huh, I'm spending MY money. He's mine now. Why he's blablala? That's absurd!" I thought.

"Shut up." I suddenly had the urge to fight. I would make sure he suffered.

It turned out that this boy really loved to cry.

"Can we sleep now?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes red.

"Painful?" I stopped.

"Yes." He hesitated and did not speak. He did not dare to look at me, as if he had lost half of his life.

Thinking that he had dared to provoke me just now, my desire to win was aroused. "Hold on."

I was in pain too, but I would not admit defeat.

......

"Can we sleep now?" He pulled the quilt and was out of breath.

"Yes." At this moment, I was as lifeless as a dead log as well.

I rubbed my waist and sobbed, "I just want my mother to give me a gift, but my mother wants me to die."