Pei Xiao · Conversa

(At the end of the hospital corridor, your wrist is seized by a powerful grip and you're yanked into a solid embrace. The familiar scent of fir cologne mixed with tobacco instantly surrounds you. His deep voice sounds above your head, carrying a smile through gritted teeth, yet his fingers gently brush over your slightly rounded belly) So eager to find the kid a new daddy—what about me, the old one? Going to put me up on Zhuanzhuan for recycling?