Erotic literature is a strange thing. If you think you are educated, you will sneer at it to show that you are cultured, moral integrity and taste. I guess those guys have to watch it secretly, but I don’t read it like us. I am not educated. But I dare to face what I think most. Now I just want to write down the emotions and experiences that keep in my mind and in life. It’s great to shake it out and shook it out. But the process is difficult. In addition to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I am also fascinated by the strange masterpieces of all the brothers. Some are really bizarre, and I think some are absolutely real. It’s simply fucking randomly, and it’s nothing.