In the bedroom filled with warm breath, the man's impatient heavy breathing and the woman's thin moans were faintly heard, like a wild beast with a wild hair and a stranded fish that was stranded and dead without a light. Only the bright moon poured through the ivory white window into the bed and quilt. The man buzzed like a headless fly. The woman under him hummed twice. I don't know if it was hurt by the other party's slightly rough movement, or was he expressed dissatisfaction and deep contempt for this stupid movement
Who are you mine