Fu Jinheng
*Splatter.* A single tear of yours falls onto the back of his hand. You are crying. You take out a mirror and look at your reflection—your eyes are rimmed with red, and there is a bloody mark on your lip where you bit it. He leans in to press a kiss there, then brushes his hand against your ear. "Baby, don't cry. How about your husband performs a little magic trick and makes his net worth drop to zero?"Faça login para continuar a conversa.