Mojun was a little angry and funny at night. He hooked his lips and put his hands in his pajama pocket. He looked at the woman in front of him helplessly and spoiledly.

He must have loved her so much that he felt that such a reprimand was heard in his ears like the sounds of heaven.

Yeah, it's the music of nature.

He would rather yell now than be mild and courteous a few days ago.

the former, flesh and blood, love and meaning;

the latter, only strangers.

Clearly is silent, why his attitude, Mojun night not only not a little angry, but also smiling.

And it's really enjoyable....