Chapter 75

　　"Freddy, I will not take your money." I say solemnly, "So do not talk to me like that anymore." 　　“Why don't you accept my money? Is my money different from someone else's?” His tone is clearly a few degrees higher. 　　I hesitate for a moment and say, “I do not want to take anybody's money. I do not want to be enslaved to others.” 　　That sentence blocks all his words. He lowers his eyes as if he is thinking about something. 　　"I am going to sleep. Don't yell at me anymore." I roll over and give him my back. 　　Looking at my thin back, he covers me with his quilt. 　　I immediately take it off and say, "I will cover myself with mine. You cover with yours, I cover with mine. Do not touch me." 　　There are two quilts in the bed. Freddy is covered in thick quilts. Mine is a thin summer quilt. 　　However, the room has air conditioning, so it is relatively warm. 　　"Your quilt is thin, while my cover is thick." Freddy speaks softly as if he is coaxing a little girl. 　　I roll my eyes with contempt