Chapter 132 - Hair dripping wet

Angry was a very small word I feel, I feel like ripping open the pillow case and taking out all the feathers and cotton whatever they are stuffed with, and adding in cement mixture, closing it tight and wack it hard against somebody's head. Now there are only 2 people who I would like to do this to, first would be that clingy little delicate demure, not able to climb 3 steps on her own, Sarah and the other would be too handsome, an arrogant, too good for anybody, taking up my place on the karaoke stand when I was too chicken to do it and actually managing to pull it off, Alex.