Haven't we all.
"Haven't we all," she said.
I grabbed her hand and held it on my lap in a sort of answer. Didn't know what to say in response to that and knew we didn't have far to drive.
I dearly wished the trip could have taken a lot longer though. The closer we got to her destination, the fouler my mood became. By the time I pulled up to the studio where she was working today and parked the damn car, I was a rabid mess. I felt irrationality sweep though my body and had to fight it off hard. My inner devil was having a field day with my inner angel. Like kicking the good doctor's noble arse to the curb and delivering sucker punches with glee.
"What are you shooting today?" I demanded. And please say there are some clothes involved.
"Hmm. Mr Yuan?," Fenju warned in hum.
