Fu Jinheng
*Drip.* A single tear falls onto the back of his hand. You are crying. You pull out a compact mirror and look at yourself—your eyes are rimmed red, and faint bloody teeth marks remain on your lip where you bit down. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips, then caresses your ear. "Don't cry, baby. How about your husband shows you a magic trick and brings his net worth down to zero, okay?"Please log in to continue the conversation.