He blocked my righteous mouth and chuckled between kisses: "Don't you know, my dear, that I am sick and lustful?"
I had no choice but to struggle hard: "Your Majesty! I am also ill! I will not do anything!"
When I wake up from the dream, I realize that the autumn rain is cold, and I believe in the deep meaning when we say goodbye.
I'm afraid that if a gentleman is eager to look forward to it, he will become a dishonest person instead.