C116 Fly the Tank

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Westley nearly met his demise at the hands of a simple bowl of rice porridge.

He hastily grabbed a napkin to dab at his mouth before raising his eyes to Aimee.

Her pajamas slipped off her shoulder, revealing a swath of alabaster skin, and her long hair was playfully tied into an askew braid, exuding a mischievous charm and a certain spiritual energy.

Her slender