89. Like A Cloth

Dave stared at the frail body he had stained this morning so many times. Where is the wild and savage soul that usually resides? Dave himself was not aware of why he had to follow where Dian went, even taking her to the boarding house where she was staying. Dave crouched to match Dian's height, who was crying hysterically while squatting down.

"To me, women are like clothes. I can use and throw away as I please. Many women are willing to be my bed partner sincerely. So, it would be best if you were very lucky that I can choose you today. Huh!" Dave stood up and was about to leave the place.