After experiencing all kinds of women, Zhao Ge not only made himself a scumbag in the eyes of others, but also made himself even more confused and confused. He said: "How did I know that lust is not a kind of love? How did I know that people's greed for beauty is not like moths rushing to a flame, seeking their own destruction? How did I know that people who have convulsions will not regret their past attachment?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
