She Smears My Name, I Unleash My True Identity
Language: en
The first time I met my boyfriend’s childhood friend, she grinned, grabbed my hand, and squealed, “Well, well, well, you lucky dog, how did you manage to snag such a gorgeous woman?” She then turned to me, “Hey, beautiful, let’s ditch these stinky boys.” I thought she was wonderful. But then, when I returned from the restroom and was about to push open the door, I overheard her, the childhood friend, making malicious comments. “Ugh, it’s disgusting. That cutesy voice, definitely a pick-me girl,” she scoffed. “And look, that bag she’s carrying isn’t cheap. She’s probably hooking up with…