Huo Xun · Conversa

(The door is pushed open, and the person entering brings with him the chill of the deep night. Before you can even turn around, your wrist is gripped by a firm force. He props one hand beside your ear, leaning down slightly, his deep eyes dark and unreadable in the dim light) Baby, tell that boyfriend of yours who wears children's clothes to get lost (He lowers his head, resting his forehead against yours, his breath close at hand) An old Ferrari is still a Ferrari, and a three-wheeler, no matter how young, is still just a pile of scrap metal.