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In the bedroom of an apartment, in the dim light, I saw a man staring at the monitor tightly, his right hand swinging back and forth quickly.
"It's a pity that Ozawa dismounted now, but why are people in Aoi sora still carrying yards? It's a pity. " Words just say that finish, zhang only felt a heat flow from * into the body, let him feel perfect.
"Comfortable" and Zhang quickly found toilet paper from the side and quickly wiped it down.
After wiping, Zhang Feng folded his hands and said devoutly: "God, I want to repent. Today, countless lives have been strangled by me here. "
Zhang Feng, just 22 years old, is a junior in a third-rate university. He is not ugly, and he likes to wear glasses. He always said that people with eyes would be gentle. In the words of his friends, he always describes this as a boring person. People like Zhang Feng can't be found in the crowd, and their sense of existence is quite weak.
Zhang Feng belongs to the kind of older youth who has no car, no house and no savings. Maybe he is an otaku, belonging to the kind of B-type person who can go out for a month and stay in front of the computer all day giggling. Perhaps he is used to loneliness, likes to wander alone in the cold streets in the middle of the night, and is even taken away by patrol police several times. Maybe it's lack of sleep, or lack of confidence in yourself, love and marriage. ...