She thought she must have been lonely for too long. The blood of betrayal flowed in her body, and there was a restless heart hidden in her heart. His appearance was like a key, opening the door of her desire. She regarded him as driftwood, and he regarded her as salvation...
It's a clichéd story, a clichéd person, and a clichéd author. All viewers, just look at it with clichéd eyes! ! ! !