Where Waters Meet

by Zhang Ling

watchful, all knowing, instantly drying up the surging of her moistened womanhood.

Uh..nope

But the veil came sooner than death.

If I have to pick a vice to fight, I will choose complacency over insecurity, every time.

Revelation is indeed cruel, and truth is expensive.

When the harvest didn’t yield the desired crops, he blamed the soil, never the seeds.