Who Lives For

Xinxin leaned into Lao Qing's ear and whispered: "It's time to deal with those things in your drawer. If there is a future Rafik, it will be very bad..." Lao Qing knew she was referring to those contraceptive tools. "That's reserved for the wedding..." Lao Qing's face turned a little red. "It will have expired by then." Xinxin slid off the bed and straightened his clothes with a giggle. "It will become a precious 'cultural relic' by then." Lao Qing laughed. When he smiled, the house almost fell down. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.