Human life is like a machine that is constantly worn out. The roses are becoming more luxuriant year by year, blooming more delicately and enthusiastically. With the support of the luxurious castle, they are even more beautiful and unattainable.
And those who want to drag the moon into the water have only one end, and they will accept the punishment of a meteorite hitting the blue star.
Gu Yi:
I hate rain, because the dense pain in my legs always reminds me of the unbearable past, which I cannot let go and dare not forget.
I think that for a rose, only by being high up can you get its softness and delicacy, so I can only show mercy and make you obey and respect her.
Xiao Chen:
Does pure love have to be sexual? Lips and teeth are close to each other, gentle and delicate. I am full of love for my lover, and I do all the dirty things to his vagina, but he can only be as holy as a virgin.
I think the hustle and bustle is good, and what I have is a kind of happiness that the world has forgotten.
His enthusiasm has not changed, and he is still boiling when he returns.
He is delicate and cold, and has always been an aloof king.
Concept: Only fire in the desert can burn the ice in Antarctica