C168 That Night on the Edge of the West Lake She and I

I kept staring at her.

She kept looking at me, too, for half a minute, and we looked at each other, and suddenly she smiled again and reached under the covers and squeezed my leg and said, "Do you really want to die? "You are terrible, you can do anything — you child."

I looked at her calmly and said, "I just don't want you to think that way about me. I'm not