“Zhen Da—what was his name again?” While leaning tall on a textured wall, Lou Yin asked the person sitting on a sectional black couch.
A man in a faded haircut, probably twenty years old, looked at Lou Yin and uttered “Zhen Da Hang.”
“Zhen Da Hang, an ex-convict, was prisoned for killing a toddler and was released seven years ago.” A woman in a rosewood sweater inserted who just got out from the kitchen. She took a sip from the bottle she got from the refrigerator before sitting near to the man, then she threw the bottle to Lou Yin which the latter caught with his hand and drink from it.
Wearing only boxer brief aside from sweater, the woman alluringly placed her show-off fair-skinned thigh on the man’s leg next to her, massaged the long thick shaft of his neck then their lips met in an
