When my son came home from school, he saw his mother, Chaoyang, sleeping unprotected. A mother who sleeps sloppy with bare pants. As a son of his age, it’s not strange to have a disgust, but the pants that can be seen from the well-proportioned limbs that do not seem to be a married woman are glossy, and the sweat transmitted through the body is fascinating enough to make him crazy. My son’s reason broke down in the appearance of a mother who sleeps by exposing her defenseless appearance without dreaming of stimulating her child’s inferiority. It turns into a beast and attacks.
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