“What a fond lover!” Mei murmured sarcastically, looked down upon him with an unseen sneer in the dark.
“Whether or not you believe me, it doesn’t matter. Does it?” Mang once again lifted the quilt and then turned his body to lie beside Mei. “I’m sorry. But I couldn’t sleep. I could no longer resist. You are too desirable. Now listen carefully, keep this between us. Don’t be a fool. Although you tell Sang or anyone, or even call the police, it’s no good, only bad reputation, especially for you. Whatever, don’t be stupid.” Mang got out of the bed, his sweat had soaked the cover, his sticky wetness with awful smell unnerved her. Mei imagined the way of his warning now was the way of a fox wagging its tail with the act of being sly. “In return, I deduct fi ve hundred from what Sang has just given you. By the way, as far as I know, Bing has just, again, cheated on you. You silly woman. I bet the fifty thousand is not to return but to gamble straight away. Follow him secretly if you want to fi nd out the truth.”