I never expected Mei to actually notice my little thoughts, I truly detest the glitz and glamour, especially the extravagance of various clubs.
I was especially satisfied with this room, I placed my backpack on the sofa, then hugged Mei from behind, nuzzling into her neck and whispering softly, "Thank you, Mei, you understand me best."
Mei didn't evade, only patting my face with her hand, "You, your little thoughts are all written on your face, I really don't know if you're truly naive or simply foolish."
I chuckled, then something came to mind and I asked, "Is that guy still harassing you?"
At this question, Mei frowned and sighed, her tone filled with some helplessness, "Can't really say it's harassment, but recently he's changed his tactics, making punctual and daily inquiries about my well-being, if I block him he just switches to another phone number, truly omnipresent."
I frowned, "Seems like I really do need to meet him properly."
