“I’m sorry. I got used to it. As soon as he gets close to me, I hit him. I’ve already developed some sort of reflexive response towards him…” I clenched my fists in embarrassment. It was my first time feeling so awkward.

“Reflexive response?” He covered his face and creased his eyebrows. Suddenly, he looked at me in surprise, “Has he forced you before?”

I suddenly blushed, and so did he. He became even more embarrassed. “I’m sorry…”

“What’s there to be sorry about?” I looked at him with a funny expression. “It isn’t you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m glad that you were honest with me, and that you respect me. But I have to tell you... I’m sorry."

He looked down and...