For First Love, My Boyfriend is Willing to Let Me be Bullied

　　Thomas kept whispering in my ear.

　　He didn't care whether I was annoyed.

　　When I went into the bathroom to take a shower, he tried to follow. Seeing the bruises on my body, his eyes showed a hint of guilt and pain.

　　"Baby, I'm sorry."

　　He tried to hug me, but I pushed him away with all my strength.

　　"Get out, get out!"

　　When he tried to come closer again, I grabbed the bottle of shower gel from the shelf and hurled it at his head.

　　Thomas didn't dodge and got hit, a bump forming instantly.

　　He became furious.

　　"Enough is enough! I've been humbling myself to make you happy, what more do you want?"

　　I pointed at him, my hand trembling with anger.

　　"Get lost!"

　　Thomas, clutching his injured head, yelled back at me.

　　"You're being unreasonable!"

　　……

　　Thomas left and didn't come back that night.

　　In fact, I didn't care where he went.

　　But Olivia was eager for me to know.

　　She posted on her Instagram, clearly taunting me.

　　Olivia put. [Since I was five, my parents stopped telling me bedtime stories. But tonight, I heard one again. In his eyes, I'm still just a little girl.]

　　The accompanying picture was of a hand holding a storybook.

　　Others might not recognize it.

　　But I knew at a glance—it was Thomas's hand.

　　He barely bothered to comfort me, yet he had the patience to read Olivia a bedtime story.

　　The comparison was truly painful.

　　Her post quickly garnered numerous comments, almost all from people I knew.

　　Friend A. [Wow, so blatant! Aren't you afraid Ning will see this?]

　　Friend B. [If she dared to post it, she must have blocked Maya from seeing it.]

　　Friend C. [Just a lapdog. Even if Thomas cheated, she wouldn't have the guts to break up with him.]

　　Olivia. [What are you guys talking about? Thomas and I are just friends.]

　　A dull pain struck my chest again.

　　In fact, among the three of us, I seemed to be the extra one.

　　Thomas knew all of Olivia's preferences.

　　He knew what brand of clothes she liked, what flavor of food she liked, and what kind of movies she liked to watch.

　　But he knew nothing about my likes and dislikes.

　　Tears welled up in my eyes again.

　　I liked Olivia's post and left a comment.

　　[Olivia, do you often shop on second-hand websites?]

　　[Since you like taking what others have used, I'll give you Thomas. A useless piece of trash is just taking up space at home anyway.]

　　……

　　Thomas called as I was packing my luggage.

　　"Maya, if you have any grievances, take them out on me, okay? Leave Olivia out of it!"

　　Realizing this relationship was beyond repair.

　　I decided not to hold back.

　　"In the middle of the night, letting someone else's boyfriend stay at your place to tell you stories, then posting about it to show off!"

　　"What's this? Being a whore and wanting to be a saint?"

　　Thomas, probably never having seen this side of me, was stunned for a few seconds before anger surged within him.

　　"Maya, can't you talk more nicely?"

　　"There's nothing sordid between Olivia and me!"

　　"Delete those comments you posted and apologize to Olivia!"

　　I sneered and asked, "What if I refuse?"

　　Thomas said nothing more.