The Years When Miss Yang Was a Prostitute

Real class is hidden in the gaps of life, criss-crossing and everywhere. When you think you have a chance, the class will slap you, spit on you, and laugh at you for thinking everything is too simple. I want to write something high-quality, but I forget the words when I pick up my pen. Please have some fun. All are evil people, a pure heart and an unclean body, and a pure body and an unclean heart. Intention: I tell you that there is no real love between men and women in the world. You have to understand.