The most beautiful stage of a relationship is ambiguity, but if you are stuck in the quagmire of ambiguity and cannot extricate yourself, it will become the first pain.
This article tells the story of a bourgeois girl from a bank who fell into an ambiguous circle and broke through the layers of fog to find her evening dress mask.
There is no sadistic intention, the taste is not heavy, and based on the good original intention of building a harmonious society, all children are welcome to come and give us advice. . .