White clouds and gray dogs, the vicissitudes of life.
At that time, it was a happy horse riding against thousands of enemies, but now it is a red gauze song with countless enemies.
However, no matter how dirty the body is, there is still a pure land left deep in the soul.
Should you just indulge in the soft tenderness, or stick to the obsession deep in your heart.
The heaven is unkind and treats all things as stupid dogs. This time, can he still fight for himself?
Reminder: At the end of the year, an old prostitute in a brothel was attacked by a famous young man