I hadn't managed to be a lover who always thought of the other person; that was the truth.
I still wasn't completely used to Khang entering my world, probably from being used to living alone for so many years.
The massaging pressure on my temples lightened a little.
By now, my eyes had adjusted to the environment inside the truck. Khang lowered his head, his slightly long hair obscuring his eyes. I sat up to face him, sensing his mood seemed to have dropped a little.
I wondered if I had said something wrong.
Just as I was about to say something, Khang looked up straight at me, his eyes red-rimmed. His lips trembled as he said:
"Am I a good lover then?"
I was stunned, blurting out without hesitation:
"Of course, you are very good, a wonderful lover."
Khang sniffled, pouted, and said:
"In my eyes, you are also very good. To me, you are a very good lover. Only I have the right to speak on this point."
