At that moment, she was wearing a thin chiffon nightgown, light and agile, as if it would float in the wind at any time; and her white and even legs were unreservedly displayed in front of him...
She hugged his neck, rested her head on his broad chest, and said: You are the little luck in my life. For more than twenty years, you are the only person who has always preferred me...
Habits are memories engraved in the deepest part of memory and cannot be erased...
