Chen Xu couldn't remember the last time he held hands, nor could he remember whether the hands were slender or plump, but he knew they must be soft and delicate.
However, the hands in front of me did not look soft, but the joints were clearly full of aggression; but why, I couldn't help but want to touch them.
Ps: At the beginning of the year, attack the United States and be coached, no counterattack
The story is fictional, please do not take it seriously
Intention: Accept yourself and embrace the world
