The Cigarette Butts Are Pricking My Hands, and I'm Thinking of You

When she woke up in the morning, she was still **. Even though she belonged to me completely last night, and I spared no effort to possess her, she still fell asleep the next day and disappeared from my world. The security door cannot stop people who want to go out, nor can it stop women who want to come in on a rainy night. Woman, you always have the key to my heart, which makes me feel heartbroken. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.