Chapter 15

When I was in my junior year, my mother had an affair. An editor who was ten years younger than her. My mother was intoxicated and might have transferred all her love for me to that boy.

One day, the old man came to school to see me. We went outside to check in and check in. After stripping me naked, he suddenly buried his head in front of my chest and started crying: Nana, your mother doesn't want me anymore.

That day, we were not in a hurry to have sex, we hugged each other and listened to him telling some of his mother's things. Then I realized that the old man loved his mother very deeply, and I sounded a little moved. In the end, I said, stop talking, my god, let me go

He did it three times for the first time. I seriously suspected that he was taking medicine. He cursed and sweared that no. I smiled and said why did I work so hard? Did you say goodbye to me? He nodded silently. I hugged him and stopped talking, thinking that if this perverted relationship ended like this, it would be good.

As for whether he and his mother break up, what if he cares about him, in the past or two years, my mother seems to have obviously become indifferent to me.

They finally broke up