In the dark tent, Yashu slowly sat up on the bed. Even though no one could see him, he still covered his face with his hands, looking embarrassed and ashamed. He wanted to go through a minute ago and beat the humiliating man.
What am I doing! How dare I! Is my brain really stupefied by white vacuoles?
Although he also knows that he has abused love to the point that he is like a lover climbing out of the trash can, he is still proud of the moral bottom line, that is, all his intimate actions are based on the basis of mutual happiness, and he has never done any offensive acts.
But he just did