The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,But years of habit allowed me to notice something was wrong at first glance.,Those eerie eyes suddenly widened, and a crimson gush flowed out, then slowly slid down along the corners of his eyes. The two lines of tears mingled with all the beads on his face and fell.。