Obsessed with My Puppy Boy
At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.
Deer Hearing the Flute · Urban
The boy wants a donkey to stroll. A meek donkey, don't run or jump, but who knows how to talk. The boy wants a donkey that knows how to say the name of the rivers, the mountains, the flowers, - of everything that appears. The boy wants a donkey who knows how to make up beautiful stories with people and animals and with boats in the sea. And the two will go out into the world which is like a garden just wider and maybe longer and that has no end. (Anyone who knows about such a donkey, can write to Street of houses, Door Number, to the Blue Boy who can't read.)