Cohabitation, huh.
That word really sounds unpleasant.
But thinking about it, it seems like I slept with Sang Qi last night, although there wasn't anything substantial, but there was hugging and embracing, and the clothes on my body were pitifully scarce.
He isn't wronging me by calling it cohabitation.
"So how am I supposed to talk to my cohabitation confidant, asking him to give my husband a break?"
"You could just say it like that!" His voice was full of hope, "You just need to speak up, and Sang Qi could demote me, and with another word, he could restore my position."
What?
I refuse to take the blame for this, and I cut him off coldly, "He Cong, your demotion has nothing to do with me, and Sang Qi didn't do it because of me. You probably offended him somewhere without realizing it. I won't meddle in your affairs. Oh, and by the way, I'm notifying you that I want a divorce. You draft the divorce agreement, then send it to me."