In order to keep his beloved sister, he was very gentle openly and threatened secretly, and sent me to engage in the legendary perverted old man just to replace him. Before the engagement, I tried every possible way to finally climb onto his bed. I pinched my throat under him and called him, brother, brother! He believed that I was greedy for vanity and took advantage of it. I had no way to defend myself, but gradually became addicted to his occasional gentle trap. Is it vanity, guilt or love? The betrayal of first love and the abandonment of relatives, have already tasted the warmth and warmth of the world, and his cold and hot ambiguousness, is there any sincerity in playing with it? The fall of a love thing is the beginning of a hopeless love, or the life of hatred? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------