"You really are pretty pervy," Little Right teased.
Zhou Nuo stiffened, then went right back to rolling around in despair under the covers. "Little Right, you too? Have you betrayed our revolutionary friendship? I'm so disappointed in you."
"What revolutionary friendship? I stand against porn, gambling, and drugs!" Little Right raised three fingers to the sky. Clearly, it had no interest in porn.
Zhou Nuo looked her right hand up and down, then sneered. "Hah. You're only uninterested because you don't have one of those, are you? With a hand like yours, you can only be Miss Five Fingers. I wouldn't even let you mine."
"Get lost!" Little Right was done with this conversation. Someone with a mind that was a little perverted was too dangerous to argue with. It couldn't win.
Suddenly, Zhou Nuo's sneer vanished. With a look of grim resolve, she said to Little Right, "Little Right, let's destroy the world together!"
Little Right was speechless. "Are you sure we can do that?"
Zhou Nuo looked ready to cry. At last, she turned to Little Right with a lifeless expression. "How about you hit me over the head, Little Right? I can't live in this world anymore!"
"You want to die, but I don't," Little Right refused outright.
While Zhou Nuo spasmed on the bed, trying to think of a less painful way to die, the hospital-room door opened. A man in military uniform walked in, carrying a bag.
"Ms. Zhou Nuo, you should be just about recovered, right?" The man looked at the person writhing around in a dark, twisted crawl on the hospital bed. His mouth twitched. Was this woman really so bizarre?
She was quite pretty, so why was she so bizarre? And a little perverted, too.
Apparently, word had spread about Zhou Nuo's