Pamper Slave

It is early winter in the thirty-fourth year of the Ziyang Dynasty. The sun is setting in the west, a faint red light is spreading to the earth, smoke is rising, and fog is surrounding, inside a private school in the capital. "See you in plain clothes? I see you in plain clothes? I see you in plain clothes? My heart is knotted, and you and I are one." A rich and slightly hoarse alto sounded from the huge central hall. Looking from a distance, a man dressed in plain clothes, his straight figure bathed in the warm afterglow. In a corner of the middle hall, a trembling little body, with two small hands like carrots grasping the window sill tightly, worrying about his feet...