Night, a confused night, full of depraved desires, helplessly breathing...
On the messy double bed, two naked people were intertwined and panting. After the passion, the room was filled with the smell of sweat. Ling Yu turned over, cleverly avoiding the embrace of the person under him, and walked directly into the bathroom.
Emptiness... When the passion cools down, there is still that endless emptiness...
Intention: