Chapter Twenty-Two: A Pool of Spring Water Reflecting Peache

ng and firm.He gently buried his chin in the woman's soft, fair neck, greedily sniffing for a moment before saying, "You say I don't understand him. I won't admit it."A jade finger, slender as spring... die"His tone held a kind of unwavering self-assurance.It actually makes you feel...he's right.His world, his thoughts, his logic. Of course, he is right.This is a kind of mental suffocation, no blood...