"Pain, pain, pain, Sister, be gentler, gentler, gentler..."
Tong Yan finally got a clear look at his features. His finely chiseled face was like a boy stepping out of a comic; when he smiled, it was like cherry blossoms blooming across the sky. His soft flaxen hair tousled messily, covering his smooth forehead. His eyes were clear, his lips voluptuously red like precious jewels, and his black T-shirt hugged his tall and lean frame, making his skin appear even fairer.
He was dressed very fashionably, his tall and straight back bearing a large skull on his shirt, studded with spikes that shimmered under the sunlight. His hair was short, and he wore a stud earring.
This was a man favored by the heavens—no, he could only be called a big boy.
With a face full of grievance, he said, "Sister, let go of me, it hurts."
His face was too deceptive, prompting Tong Yan to instinctively release him.
