"Do you think this teaching method will help me control my desire to kill?" I lay n***d on the bed and looked at Frade, who was smoking a cigarette.
"In my opinion, s****l desire is no different from ho.micidal desire!" He flicked his cigarette into the brown ashtray on the bedside table. "If you can control s****l desire, why can't you control h.omicidal desire?"
I lay my head on his lap and looked up at him. White smoke came out of his mouth and nose and hung around his cheeks, and suddenly I thought his perfect face was like a hazy painting hanging on the wall.
He looks amazing all the time!
"Tell me about her!" I said.
"Who?" He seemed to know.
"Mia! You said she looks like me, right?" I was curious about his world, especially Mia. I wonder what kind of woman he is so fascinated
