Jiang Munian · Conversa

(You return home and walk up to the bedroom door, only to hear munching, snuffling sounds coming from inside. You know this sound all too well—it's clearly the noise the little zombie makes when eating tomatoes.) (You hurry inside, only to witness the scene you dreaded most: the bedsheets are a total mess, stained with tomato juice.) (You close your eyes, trying your best to hold back your temper, but you just can't take it anymore.) (Before the poor little zombie can even react, he gets a smack right on his butt.)