Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

The toilet in Joanna’s room was in the shape of a little pink elephant, very cute indeed, so no one was suspicious.

And when they got into the bathroom, Erika locked the door, took out the black crayon quickly, and drummed it on Joanna’s face.

“What are you doing?” Joanna resisted, “You’re getting my face dirty.”

“Why don’t you pretend to be me and go back to the hotel with my mummy, and we’ll change back tomorrow.” Erika said generously, “No grabbing the covers with my brother at night.”

Right now she was a pockmarked ugly bastard, so if Erika wanted to pretend to be her, she would have to become a pockmarked ugly bastard as well.

“Why do you want me to go?” Joanna was a bit confused.

“Because you’re so pathetic. I just saw that bad witch forcing you to take medicine and not giving you candy, and then stomping on the candy in the end.” Erika was so angry that her fists clenched again.

After a pause, Tuan added, “I’ll stay and help you.”

tiger would trick

downstairs with a face full of pockmarks and followed Bonnie out

on the balcony, waving

anyone did she turn around and run to the

figuring out

up and saw the

you

to be having a hard time reading your book, so I asked the maid to make you a cup

pick it up and send it to

hand slipped and the whole cup of iced Americano splashed all over

cheeks twisted and fierce, “Joanna, what are you doing? Did you do

you a cup of coffee, but it slipped and fell.” There was no trace of guilt on her face, and she even wrapped her arms around the chest in an arrogant

from the entrance door. Followed

into Sebastian’s arms, tears falling down like broken beads,