Two years ago, when Tan Jing bravely tried the temptation of stockings for the first time, Qu Yu stared at her and praised her: "Look, she looks like a woman now."
As an ignorant girl who was about to graduate from college, Tan Jing could see from his wolf-like eyes that it was natural for men to be lustful.
Two years later, Tan Jing was showing off her sexy lingerie in the bedroom as voluptuously as possible. Qu Yu glanced at her and said calmly, "My dear, don't catch a cold."
No matter how he looked, he looked calm and calm, and when he was talking quietly, his heart felt as if the north wind was blowing, and he was miserable.
Could it be that time is really the natural enemy of passion?
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