C124 Confession of Li Zimo

He grabbed me back, took a comb, combed my hair, put on my coat, and took my hand and went out.

I was speechless. "I'll be sixteen in a few days. I'll walk on my own."

You're not a three-year-old baby, and you need someone to hold onto your hand. Can you be more maternal, and feed me milk while you're at it?

"Then I'll carry you. It's snowing so hard, and if you fall