The drizzle hit Chi En's face and mixed with the blood on his face. The blood beads slid down Chi En's slender neck and stained the snow-white skirt of his clothes red. Chi En lowered his head and shook the iron handcuffs tightly on his wrists. I "accidentally" put myself in jail, but everything was within acceptable limits, except for the frivolous and annoying warden...
A scheming and dedicated officer attacks vs. A cold-blooded felon and a beautiful woman
Intention: As long as it feels good to write
