Chapter 1: The man bent down and asked her to hold his neck [1/2]
The red sun rose, its morning light shining down. The green mountains were like dyed ink, and cooking smoke curled lazily in the village. A loud rooster’s crow woke up…
The red sun rose, its morning light shining down. The green mountains were like dyed ink, and cooking smoke curled lazily in the village. A loud rooster’s crow woke up…