Smack! Yurippe's soft, little hand flew through Noda's cheek, landing him on the ground. An involuntary tear welled up in his left eye. He wicked away the saltwater droplet of weakness with the back of his hand and waited for his hyperventilation to stop. He drew his halberd nearer to him, even though he knew he'd never lay a finger on Yuri's sweet, pale, sứ, đồ sứ skin.
"Come on bạn idiot!" she screamed, her voice sounding watery, almost as if she too were crying.
"Yuri," Noda whined, his cheek stinging so bad that he swore he may pass out. "Please, I didn't mean to."
"Fight back! bạn loathsome...
continue reading...