Yes, I have a deep understanding of this aspect. I'm really worried, because she is really good to me, as good as my own mother.

Ms. Alen saw me, and I was invited by her to have an afternoon tea in her living room. She sat in a chair near the window, and the afterglow just shone on her body. She is only wearing a thin lace dress. She is bold and unconstrained, and never wears the underwear that binds people. The orange sun sprinkled on her chest, and the snow-white peaks reflected a touch of orange.

That alluring shape seemed to be waving to me. I looked embarrassed.

She...