"Hey, you don't have to pull any strings for me anymore, I'm lucky enough to have this part-time job."
"How are you getting along with your colleagues?"
"Pretty well. It's just," I remembered the big sister sitting across from me with her sardonic grin.
"Just what?"
"Oh, the foreigners always tell me to pick a French name."
"Don't listen to their nonsense." Jiayang placed his hand on mine, "Fei sounds the best."
His palm rubbed the back of my hand, tickling me, "Come home with me tonight."
I looked at him, reaching out to brush the hair from his forehead, "Sure, but you have to behave."
"I promise." He was delighted, "His face wore a childlike smile."
At night, we lay in bed watching TV, each holding an ice cream. Jiayang had an unusual taste, liking mint flavor that tasted like toothpaste. He ate quickly, and once he finished, he curled up under the covers, shivering and placed his hand on my waist.
"Get your hand off me."
"I'm cold."
