“What do the words say?” I ask Cyrus, relieved to be able to hear my own voice again. Then, because he’s taking too long to respond and it seems like I’m kind of on a roll with the Chinese, I add, “Wo wen ni ne.” His complexion changes color, as if directly absorbing the light of the scarlet lanterns above us. “Do you realize what you just said?” “Yeah? I said that I’m asking you a question.” “No.” He raises his brows. “You said that you were kissing me.”
