"Truancy, fighting, drinking, makeup, hair dye ......" Speaking of hair dye talking, he lifted my long black hair, "Where did that vile to death purple hair come from?"

My face pillowed on the soft quilt, what questions do not want to answer.

Alex wasn't angry either and said lightly, "From now on, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your tacit agreement to let me do you."

"It was a short hair ...... wig."

Alex mocked me unmercifully, "Having fun?"

Putting on tattoo stickers and wearing gaudy wigs.

The man's eyes became dark, which snapped my waist to let me face him in a lying position.

I noticed...