Making Contact

"Sweetie, why do you look so miserable? What trouble do you have to tell your sister? Don't keep it all inside!" it was a female voice.

Gentle and sweet, a lovely sound. Chen Mu couldn't help the assessment, but he had no intention of opening his eyes. This sort of thing no longer held any attraction for him.

He had once had experience with a similarly gorgeous woman, who ruthlessly stomped his street punk companion with her high heels, over and over again, all the while hurling abuse at him. He had never imagined that such a lovely voice could hurl what he considered to be the foulest language on the planet at that time. And the only reason for it was that his companion had carelessly soiled her high heels while begging for food.