Chapter 170


    I told myself this as I headed to my room on the third floor.


    Despite the elevator in the building, I almost always took the stairs. One reason was that the floor


    wasn’t too high, so it wouldn’t be too tiring. Another reason was that I had hardly exercised in recent


    years, so I decided to treat the daily climb as a workout.


    Just as I turned into the stairwell, I heard someone speak in a mncholic tone, “How sweet and


    tender! How far have you guys gone?”


    I knew from the voice alone it was Helen. It was dripping with sarcasm.


    “Where did this century–old green–eyed monstere from? It reeks of jealousy!”


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    I turned around, fanned my nose, and made a face as if the smell was unbearable. This infuriated her,


    and she lost herposure.


    I burst outughing after mercilessly teasing her.


    “You little bitch, who are you calling old?”


    She tried to hit me by swinging her expensive little purse at me. I dodged, tickled her, and then ran


    upstairs.


    I was tall and had long legs, which made me fast. She didn’t have the advantage of height or long legs.


    She was also wearing high heels, so she couldn’t catch up with me. She was left panting for breath.


    By the time I ran back to my room and let my hair down, she was still gasping for air at the door.


    “Miss Helen, your physical fitness needs work. Take your time catching your breath. I’m going to take a


    shower.”


    I had been unconscious for an entire night at the hospital. Not only had I not showered, but I also


    hadn’t changed my underwear. I felt utterly dirty.


    When I finished showering, Helen was lying on her bed. She seemed to be wiping away her


    tears.


    “What’s the matter? You didn’t evene to see me after Inded myself in the hospital. Now, you’re


    trying to drown me with your tears? Do you think the rain wasn’t harsh enough on me?”


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    I sat at the edge of her bed and dried my hair. I made a move to kick her on her bottom.


    Helen’s best feature was her shapely, peach–like buttocks–the kind that had form and flesh.


    The flesh on her buttocks wobbled from my kick, a silent temptation.


    I couldn’t resist and kicked her again.


    She rubbed her eyes on the bed sheet before turning around. She scrutinized me from top to bottom


    and remarked, “You seem fine to me. Weren’t you just pretending to be sick to make Matthew pity you?


    Luna, that’s really cunning of you.


    “We agreed on a fairpetition. You shouldn’t use such sneaky tactics.”


    I couldn’t help butugh as I recountedst night’s events to her. I concluded, “Why don’t you pick a


    rainy day to lie in a mud pit yourself? He might pity you even more because of your childhood


    friendship with him.”


    “Get lost. If mud pits are so great, why did youe out?”


    Helen was very spirited. I wasn’t one for formalities. We quickly got into a yful fight, and she quickly


    stopped crying.


    After a while, she started to sob again.


    I never expected the beautiful, cool, and wealthy Helen to be such a crybaby.


    She shared with me the little details of her childhood with Matthew. They included their adventures


    ying in the mud and even peeing together.


    In the face of a woman who admired my admirer, she told me about their past in which I had no part. I


    didn’t know how to feel or what to say.


    “Luna, I’m not telling you this to upset you. I just want to share. I like him so much. Why can’t he see it?


    Especially since you appeared, he won’t even give me a second nce. Do you think I’ll never win him


    over in this lifetime? Should I give up?”