Looking at the two sets falling from the sofa and a small sex toy, even people in their sixties inevitably show embarrassment.

The middle-aged man's face was green and white. He said it wasn't him, but he sat still. Just now Qianqian gave a tragic cry, and only Yang Xiuying ran in to see it. The others did not move.

"What's that small, wired thing like a sausage?" I asked curiously.

Yang Xiuying gave me a blank look. The middle-aged man really didn't have the idea of staying any longer. He turned around and wanted to go. Yang Xiuying said he would take things with him. The middle-aged man bent...