Horrible Monster or Just A Monster

While Feng Xuan was in the shower on her day-off, she was contemplating. She was alone in the house. Qing Chen had long went to the office and she finished her breakfast which consisted of a bowl of cereal with banana slices.

Qing Chen might be subtle with his suggestions, but she already got the message. He wanted for her to try and get a grasp of the things that was happening to her. He wanted for her to know about this insatiable feeling that was burning her from the inside.

Should she try it?

But how?

And why?

She had been working very hard in ignoring her feelings about it. That paintball afternoon with Wuming really helped. She might be needing another dose of it soon but it was an easy-fix at the moment. It was like a drug that helps her calm down.

She might not know about addiction, but she was sure that if she continued her pace, the next thing that she would know she was snowballing, looking for adrenaline rush everyday.