When the storm comes, people's souls will tremble for it! ____________

The first taste of the clouds and rains of dreams and dust, soon fell into this strange pleasure.

I don't know how many times I came and went, and finally, the dream fell into Chen Yang's arms. Her skin was like soft silk, and her long purple hair was so soft. Chen Yang's hand rests on the dust of his dream.

The two men were silent at this time.

Everything seems to have been done in silence.

"I have no regrets in my life." After a while, the dream said.

"We have a long way to go!" Chen Yang...