Did my first time go so hastily?
Han Qing sat on the bed and slowly smoked a cigarette, lowered her head and sighed, with a melancholy look on her face, and suddenly she lay on the bed crying in the dark.
Han Qing didn't remember the first time. He only remembered that it was dark and windy, and the north wind was blowing happily. He saw a "streaking man" on the street. After a few seconds, the "streaking man" rushed north towards him. Han Qing was so frightened that he jumped up. He asked for help but no one was willing to save him. Could it be that he had done too many immoral things in his life?
Then... He fainted inexplicably and woke up... Fuck, what about my first time? Give me back!