classification:Science fiction |
author:A Drunken Beauty of |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-09-19 08:42:21) |
The man, watching the flush on her face deepen to purple, was filled with fear in his eyes. He finally withdrew his hand and coldly spat out a single word, "Leave!",She waited for the man to grab her neck again, but he was gone.,Between breaths, I could still sense the lingering scent of that person. And the taste of the little pork trotters, so delicately icy, like a handful of snow.。