The early morning sunshine penetrated the curtain, Zhao Bin rubbed his sleeping eyes and looked at the peaceful sunshine lying on the bed. The girl was out of sight, lying on the bed with all her arms and legs on her back. She seemed to know that she had a good sleep.

When thinking about what happened last night, Zhao Bin could only say that he was transplanted, or blame him for being too young. There is a gap between reality and fantasy.

Last night, when he got into the room and took off his clothes, he was beaten in the chest by a small punch. Although it was not...