Zhou Yuzhe always likes to rub my neck: "Sister, I only have you."
Until I touched the brown stained hair tie deep in his drawer - wrapped around the hair that broke when I disappeared last week.
He smiled and put the tip of the knife into my lower back: "The way my sister looks through my things is so cute."
>Warm breath sprayed on the earlobe: "Now that you have discovered it... Just look at me forever."
I was forced to look at the screen of his mobile phone that was on: living room, kitchen, bedroom, entrance hall - my world was divided into four cold surveillance screens.
