C109

The palm was very heavy, and the buzzing sound was like the sound of an airplane taking off from my head. I stood there for a long time, my head buzzing, not knowing what I was thinking, my heart beating rapidly, and even the hand that lit up the cigarette was trembling. Is it bad for me? A joke.

This time, my heart isn't as sour as before, even to the point of being perverted and carefree