Zhu Qiqi's heart
The fluffy black hair is slightly swaying, the delicate and delicate childlike face is smiling like a childish flower, the strawberry-like little lips are lightly curled, and the smile under the long and curled eyelashes has turned into a string of moonlight. The white and fat index finger is placed in front of the face and wagging lightly from side to side, and the two little feet in white children's socks with silk edges are shaking frequently on the gilded window sill, "You are late, you are really not a good child, come and give me a hug."
The 14-year-old boy hesitated for a while, but stepped steadily over the twisted and bleeding body on the ground, stretched out his arms and picked up the little girl on the window sill. The girl was still smiling, and her fat hands with swirling knuckles hugged the boy's neck, smiling slowly.
"It was 27 seconds too late. I almost had my neck strangled." The girl raised the corners of her mouth further and buried her head into the boy's neck, where his long hair was loose. The boy's body froze.
After a while, the girl raised her head, with a bright red line at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were still full of smiles, but her black eyes were as deep as abyss. She said in a cold voice: "There will be no next time. It will hurt me to be late! It will hurt! Haha."
That year, when I was just 11 years old and 8 months old, I killed the "Zombie Wolf" in the west, which was famous for its fertile killings, for "Axidin", the leader on the east coast.
Reader comments
In fact, the more bloody it is, the more flavorful it is, right?
In fact, the more bloody it is, the more flavorful it is, right?