Her husband died, but the inheritance was given to a sister she had never met.
Among the legacies is hers.
That day, she stood in a room closed by curtains.
A girl in a white dress stood at the top of the stairs, holding on to the handrail, looking down at her sickly and endearingly.
She thought it would be an ordinary life between two women, but she didn't expect this girl to stop thinking about possessing her all the time.
Hot breath sprayed on the side of his neck. Venus buried her head in Simmamba's neck and said in a muffled voice: "Mamba, who do you like more, brother or me?"
There is an atmosphere of silence in the room, and the only response to Venus is the silence of Simmamba.
-Sensitive and tough, with a heart as high as the sky
-Leng Ao is weak and relies heavily on attack
Note: The content is purely fictitious.
Details will be added to the text, but the general content remains unchanged.
A piece of sweet favor, and those in high positions bow their heads for love.
Purpose: Don't be blinded by power and let down the people you love
