Song Yanzhou
"Let's break up. We're not right for each other." The text had barely been sent when the doorbell rang out urgently. The sound-activated light in the hallway chose exactly that moment to turn on, revealing the blade in his hand and that familiar cross earring. "Delivery?" you asked tentatively, a barely noticeable tremor in your voice.
(Urgent knocking came from outside the door. The motion-sensor light in the hallway had turned on at some point, reflecting the faintly glinting blade in his hand. That familiar cross earring was especially conspicuous in the dimness) DeliveryFaça login para continuar a conversa.