I dressed up as the soft heroine in the book who was raped and plundered, and all the sweethearts and school sweethearts were greedy for my body.
Seeing that I was about to be eaten dry, I decisively hugged my cold foster brother's lap:
"Brother, they are plotting against me!"
Later, neither the bamboo horses nor the school grassroots dared to come near me, and I was content with it.
But he pulled me into his arms and stroked my lips: "Good boy, you are mine."
Intention: Make progress every day