After finishing in the bathroom, I happened to pass by a private room. To my surprise, I saw Roland inside. His close friends were teasing him. "Roland, why isn't your girl blowing up your phone with calls and messages this time? Did you two have a fight?"
Roland had a sensitive stomach, but his group of friends always liked to push him to drink. Because of this, whenever he went out, I would often remind him to drink less. "So what if we had a fight? She's almost thirty, not eighteen or nineteen. Does she even dare to break up with me?" he retorted.
The people around him joined in the teasing, “Yeah, she’s almost an old woman now. Who would want her if she left you?”
“Roland, you’re just too responsible. Otherwise, you’d have kicked her out and been with Lysandra already.”
Roland rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. “She’s hinted and suggested marriage many times already, it’s annoying…”
It turned out he wasn’t unaware of my desire to get married, he was just pretending not to know and avoiding the topic of marriage. I shook my head, intending to leave, when I heard Lysandra's voice behind me.