“That thing isn’t a man!” Liu Qingge says, louder than he means.
“It is,” she says. “It feels like a man. You don’t understand because you’re not a girl.”
“He isn’t either!”
“But he was hurt like one.”
“That thing isn’t a man!” Liu Qingge says, louder than he means.
“It is,” she says. “It feels like a man. You don’t understand because you’re not a girl.”
“He isn’t either!”
“But he was hurt like one.”