Ah Ruan still remembers that afternoon. The man was wearing a black robe, with a lazy and leisurely smile, and a gentle curve on his clear face. - "Little girl, what is your name?"
Ah Ruan was only eight years old at the time. He had been pampered by his father and mother since he was a child. He didn't care about life. He just thought that the old man in front of him was particularly good-looking.
So she smiled, showing two small tiger teeth, sweet dimples on her face, and her voice was soft and waxy like a little girl, "My name is A Ruan. Uncle, what is your name?"
"Me?" The smile on his lips was soft, "I won't tell you. Ah Ruan is a little girl at heart, and when he heard this, he immediately pouted, "I'm angry, uncle!"
Intention: sadomasochism