Xiantaoli

The alley in Xiantaoli is like a silent underground river. The people who live here are just pebbles thrown down by the years. With a splash, there will be a small splash, and it will sink to the bottom in a moment. To say that it has no traces, its traces are all grown on the vicissitudes of the walls. Next copy: She has something to be busy with again. The new girl is sixteen years old, and her skin is white and tender. She decided to offer this girl to her husband to nourish the withered love between them. (This article will not be included in V. I will update it after I finish writing a story. It is a collection of short and medium stories.) Intention: In leisurely Taoli, in the secular world.