Being stared at, I panicked and covered myself with the quilt. I didn't want to look at him anymore.
"I'm going to sleep!"
I refused to face him and tried to get him out, yet it seemed he had no intention of doing so at all.
"Give me the contact information of the doctor who removed your tattoo."
"What?"
I was confused and slowly popped half of my head out.
"He did a neat job. I'll go to him sometime."
Shane's tone was very calm. He wanted to tell me that he had yet to remove his tattoo simply because he hadn't found a doctor who was skilled enough.
"OK."
I suppressed the bitterness in my heart, friended him on WhatsApp, and forwarded him the doctor's account.
Surprisingly, Shane had never changed his WhatsApp profile picture at all. He was still using the one matching with mine. I picked those profile pictures for us back then.
He probably didn't bother to change it. After all, he had always used a pure-black profile picture before we met.
"It's been five years. You still wanna block and delete me?"
I was choked on his words. How did he know what I was thinking?
I coughed, refusing to admit that he was right.
"I'm not that childish, OK?"
"Alright."
Did I hear him wrong? Seemed he chuckled a bit.