"I'm so tired. I'm going to wash up and go to bed." I yawned before picking up my luggage again and walking to my bedroom.
"Lulu, what happened to you? Who did this to you? How did you get hurt like this? Would these leave scars? Tell me everything. I'll help you."
Queenie forcefully pulled down the zipper of my coat and pointed at the hickeys on my neck and collarbone before she exclaimed loudly, "Lulu, don't be sad! I'll call Mr. White right now. What kind of boyfriend is he? How could he leave you alone at times like this? Why is he so busy?"
She picked up her phone on the couch as she spoke and was about to dial the number.
Andrew, who was laying out the sheets on the couch, calmly glanced toward me and nodded knowingly after hearing Queenie's words. "Looks like you were attacked quite harshly."
Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. Both of them had the same rotten character.
I snatched Queenie's phone and threw it back onto the couch with annoyance as I gave her a stern glare. Then, I avoided her flailing hands and yawned again as I went back to my bedroom.
After being on the bus for several hours and making out with Colin, I was sore all over and just wanted to have a hot bath before going to sleep.
Queenie sneakily followed me into the bedroom with a particularly smug smile on her face.
"I'm going to bed. Why are you in here?" I asked impatiently.
I was so tired that I really couldn't be bothered to entertain her.
Queenie didn't get angry at all. She walked around me a few times with her eyes stuck on my neck. She shook her head in admiration.
"It's nothing. I'm just admiring the hickeys on your neck."
What bullshit was that!
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