It's all my fault that I was born with an old and ugly, thin and short, 45 years old, and I can't find my wife, but I'm just a passionate seed. I always think about the place where a woman wants to meet a woman on the street, and I will chase her like she's hooked away. When I get home, I have to hold the hard play. I don't sleep in the middle of the night, thinking about nothing today. I wandered around the free market. Suddenly, a tall and tall, dazzling body broke into my eyes. It was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, at least 1.78 or 9. She was wearing a beautiful and bright pink satin cheongsam, with two long braids hanging down to the bent legs, and carrying an exquisite female leather bag, as pretty as a delicate flower, as soft as a weak willow, it's really sensual and soul-stirring.