A story of soul-changing. The female-to-male main attacker (1V1) forced him to drink the cold orange liquid, but a few traces of residual juice accidentally spilled from the half-open thin lips. He slightly spit out his red tongue and licked it with unsatisfied intention. He was moved. "I like him," he thought, "I want him to be mine." I want to protect him, want him, want... They love each other with their tolerance, and use their men's arms to give each other a firm support. I promise you that the beauty of your life will be nothing more than this.