About the fact that my quilt suddenly became a sperm and started living with him
"No touching."
The young man grabbed my hand with a serious and upright expression, but the tips of his reddish ears still revealed a hint of shyness and anxiety.
I snorted coldly, "We've slept together for so long, what's wrong with touching him?" Then I rushed towards him.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
