Good Daughter Lin Xiaoxi

Hello, everyone. My name is Lin Xiaoxi. I'm seventeen and in my second year of high school. Everyone calls me a good girl: average grades, no trouble, home on time after school every day. I even leave a light on for my dad when he comes home late, and wash the shirts he takes off, ironing the wrinkles from the cuffs until they're perfectly smooth. Only I know that in the outer pocket of my backpack, I hide a pack of women's cigarettes, mint-flavored. Beneath my school uniform skirt, I sometimes wear black fishnet stockings, rolled up to my thighs. And I have a boyfriend named Azhe. In the internet cafe in the alley behind school, he grabs my chin and blows smoke rings in my face. I haven't