That night, I rolled on the bed with a man in an adult's way in the situation where I was so disappointed in the love affair and even lost my job.
It was because the feeling was simply too good.
With great tacit understanding, we became Zhou's cannonmen.
Each time we met, there was only one way: don't say anything.
Each time we talk, there are only three kinds of voices: the sound of opening the door, the breath, and the sound of closing the door.
