Chapter 1
On my birthday, I stumbled home, drunk, and my mom called me.
She was so straightforward that I thought the latest handbag I wanted was already mine.
Instead–I saw a boy wrapped in a towel, lying there quietly.
He was wrapped in my pink little towel; his legs were too long, and my towel too short, leaving him exposed.
I swallowed hard.
“Mom, you… you’re serious, how much?” I felt my mom had been led astray by her group of square dance friends.
“My daughter wants it, and no matter how expensive, mom will buy it for you.”
I…
Wasn’t it just a while ago she kept pushing me to go on blind dates, all of which failed, and I said, “I vow to live a life of mixed blessings, praying for heaven to grant me a boyfriend.”
Did my mom take it to heart?
“But mom, this isn’t appropriate…”
“Why be shy? If it’s given to you, just accept it.”
I looked at the boy again, my scalp tingling, but remembering the classmates’ reunion today where I was pitifully forced to witness others flaunting their love, I decided… to take him.
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