天堂风景

2018-11-11 16:59:23

What time settles is the best. Be true to yourself and present the best version of yourself to the other person... We have a long life ahead of us, and I hope to stretch out the years and leave ourselves to time...

green985

2018-11-11 20:40:44

It is worth cherishing when it touches the heart and soul.

花花999

2018-11-12 01:45:07

It may be cruel, but I still want to say that sex and love must be separated in this place.

阿尔法2015

2018-11-12 04:11:56

A true-hearted demon, embracing you.

倾城一身

2018-11-12 06:16:01

I'm happy for your changes.

Cyberhk64

2018-11-12 14:36:47

Just be happy

wyn0809

2018-11-14 01:54:47

Hua Hua was only saying it was for safety. But how can sex without emotion and love be truly satisfying? If it's just for sexual release, tools can solve that too.

真相禁区

2018-11-15 00:12:39

One less storyteller fairy

夏威夷诱惑

2018-11-15 12:17:32

I'm so excited that you finally updated!

h2000

2018-11-19 03:07:59

It really is a monster.

妖怪哪里跑

2018-11-19 18:57:21

Thank you to everyone upstairs for your attention and reminders. I might continue writing about Uncle's story in a while. The purest form of male-female relationship, in my opinion, has nothing to do with marriage; it's about making choices based on inner feelings and desires.

冰王子12

2018-11-29 15:04:17

Looking forward to updates, I really enjoy reading your stories.

volcanobird

2018-12-06 12:38:46

I lack your literary talent and sensitivity, and I lack your luck. In August, when the osmanthus blossoms fill the air with fragrance, I too was immersed in a love affair—intense, passionate, and forbidden. It ended tragically, without a trace, fueled by time and suspicion, by consideration and letting go, by the incestuous nature of the relationship and the inability to move on, yet by the attraction and connection that kept us together. I once imagined meeting ten years earlier, perhaps we would have spent our lives together, living happily and interestingly, capturing each other's deepest desires. But it was all just a hypothetical, all a dream now in the past. The more I think of it, the more my heart yearns; the more I try to hold on, the more it fades away. Those foolish things we did, those crazy acts we committed, those heartwarming moments that brought tears to my eyes, those carefully kept secrets, the process of testing our boundaries to build trust, those unspoken sordid moments we shared. Perhaps there's still a lingering heartache, still a hope, but all of it has been dissolved into the busyness of work and life, only to be recalled in the quiet darkness of a sudden awakening from a dream, leaving me with a sense of melancholy. People say, what you hold dear will surely come back to you. Yet, I was also afraid of the echoes in my heart after reading Yao's words. Suddenly, they struck a chord with me, so I gave up my lunch break and poured out my feelings to others.