The young dragon girl is in trouble.

The night was heavy, the flames showed her cold face and his coyotes, and the Yang pulled her in her wrists for a while without breaking her open, and her breath was twirling, and the rain was falling along her wet hair, and the Yang looked down and whispered in her ear, and the little dragon's finger was shaking, and her eyes were turned from guard to confusion, and she was so close, and her hands stopped on her waist, she didn't push, but she held them back gently. His shirt, the rain couldn't hide the beating of the two men, as far away as the flames of the fire, carried her overboard, and the shadows disappeared in the night, leaving a mess.