Roses at the Deathbed (1-9)

Roses at the End

Author: tibag
Word Count: 7,000

(I)

The title comes from the French novel "Roses at the End," which I haven't read.

It was late at night, probably very late. I came out of the No. 1 Uptown Bar, still feeling the
excitement , and stumbled towards the parking lot. The dim lighting made it hard to see my
car. Suddenly, a luxury car next to me turned on its lights and opened its door.
Two beautiful women got out at the same time. They must be beautiful women, I thought, and stopped in my tracks.

The two women were about the same height, but dressed slightly differently. The one on the left was wearing a leopard-print fur
coat , with only a tight-fitting lingerie underneath, probably made of lace. Very sexy. She wore a short skirt,
black stockings, and high heels. The one on the right was wearing a red dress, tightly wrapped, highlighting her alluring
figure, also a short skirt, stockings, and high heels.

I stared at her for a while, maybe only a moment. Perhaps a few seconds, a few tens of seconds. Two beautiful women appeared
opposite me, quickly moving to my side. I was about to speak when I felt both hands being grabbed by one person
on each side . Twisted behind my back, I was about to shout when a gauze scarf was shoved into my mouth. Simultaneously
, my hands were handcuffed behind my back, and I was shoved into the luxury car.

The car was spacious, an extended and wide imported model. I was pushed into a seat, flanked by
two beautiful women.

The lights were on, and I noticed there were three rows of seats. A woman, also a driver, sat in the front,
wearing sunglasses even in the dead of night. I tried desperately to struggle, but found my strength pitifully weak; it was clear
they had subdued me effortlessly. The car started and slowly drove out of the parking lot.
The lights remained on, and I saw that the last row of seats was filled with various gags,
ropes, and tools made of leather, velvet, and other materials—tools I had only occasionally seen in movies or online.

"Let's begin," the woman on the left said in a pleasant voice.

"Hehe, you're in luck, kid." The beautiful woman on the right shifted her body and reached for the back seat.

It started to drizzle outside, and I was almost sober. But the events of that night and the days that followed,
like the details I could never quite remember after sobering up, made me wonder if they really happened
.

June 16, 2007, the day before that terrible thing on June 18.

(II)

"Let me introduce you. My name is Sisi. I especially like silk things, scarves, stockings, silk skirts, etc.

Her name is Rong'er, and she likes velvet things. Silk is smooth, and velvet is soft, they're actually quite similar. Put them together
and it's velvet, hehehe. Look, the one I chose for you is Rong'er's favorite."

The beautiful woman on the right, Sisi, waved a black object in her hand and pulled the gauze out of my mouth with her left hand.

Before I could relax my slightly numb mouth, she grabbed my cheek and
stuffed a soft object inside.

"Mmm..." At first, I could still hear myself making sounds. But as that thing went deeper,
I felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't breathe.

"This is a gag made of high-quality velvet, it's very comfortable in your mouth, not tight at all." Rong'er
's voice was very distinctive, "You have to use it with this." As Rong'er spoke, she pressed my mouth,
and a velvet gag was tied on the outside and tightened, even the straps were made of velvet.

Then, they tied me up. My hands, feet, arms, and knees were tied very tightly. They used the same velvet
rope that Rong'er liked. I smelled the fragrance emanating from their bodies and let them do as they pleased.

"[The whole thing] is done." Rong'er looked at Sisi, "You didn't use any of your favorite things this time."

Sisi thought for a moment, then opened her top. She fiddled with her hands inside for a while and pulled out her own red silk
bra. The still warm bra was then placed over my eyes. "Comfortable, isn't it?" Sisi glanced at me.

Suddenly, she grabbed my genitals. I reacted.

"You wicked guy." Rong'er's voice was laced with laughter.

"Stop playing around, hurry up and get things done, the plane takes off at dawn." A strange voice rang out.

"Oh no, I forgot my anal plug. I think Sisi took it to play with last time." Rong'er said helplessly.

"I'll give it back to you, don't worry, I brought it, it won't delay anything." Sisi untied her silk skirt,
reached inside, and pulled out a long velvet plug from my anus. "Rong'er, your taste
is high. This thing feels amazing. Do you have any more?"

"I'll give you a few when I get back, all kinds of colors. I'll take off his pants."

So, my pants were pulled down. A slightly wet velvet plug was
pushed in by Sisi without warning, deep inside. Then, Rong'er put on gloves. She inserted a tube into my anus.

This tube would expand rapidly when wet, thus enabling it to function promptly.

The car slowly came to a stop, and there was the sound of a helicopter outside. I was lifted out of the car by two beautiful women. In the trunk of
the car , there was an exquisite large box. Silk was wrapped around it. They put me inside, securing me with
strips of silk. Then, the lid of the suitcase closed.

"The journey is a bit long, hopefully he won't get the suitcase dirty."

"Hopefully, I've put a lot of insurance on it."

Sisi, Rong'er, and the driver chatted as they boarded the helicopter.

(III)

Starlight Castle, a not-so-famous castle. It sits on a small island, not too big, but not too small either.

It's called an island because the population is very small, only a few hundred people in total. They are
scattered into villages. The largest of these villages is Alice Town.
What's remarkable about Alice Town isn't its feminine name, but the mountain about 20 kilometers away and the Starlight Castle on
the mountain .

A helicopter passed through the light morning mist, gracefully turned, and slowly landed in the open space in front of
the castle .

June 17, 2007, 6:22 AM. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the castle windows,
illuminating the edge of a large trunk in the room through the stained glass.

A soft creak sounded as the door opened, and two women who appeared to be in their early twenties entered.

They were identical in clothing and similar in height. Even their faces were strikingly similar; the most
distinguishing feature was a beauty mark on one woman's cheek and her crescent-shaped eyebrows, giving her
an alluring air. The other woman, however, had a serene expression, neither overtly seductive nor vulgar, and
gracefully locked the door behind her.

Both women wore thin, slightly modified flight attendant uniforms. The low-cut tops revealed
matching bras underneath, highlighting their high breasts. Black fishnet stockings clung tightly to their long, shapely legs, and
their skirts were too short, barely covering their rounded hips.

The trunk opened, revealing a network of colorful silk threads tightly binding them together. The man inside
seemed to be unconscious.

The woman with the beauty mark reached out and checked his breath. "He's still breathing, hmph, but he'll be gone soon."

A cold expression flashed across her face. As she spoke, she bent down, took off her high heels, and stomped
on the man's face.

Her taut, beautiful foot pressed down hard, time flowing quietly in the dim light. Suddenly,
soft footsteps came from a distance outside the door. The woman stopped, and the two women listened intently. After a while,
the footsteps faded into the distance.

"I'll do it," another woman whispered, taking a thick white gauze from her pocket and
covering the man's face with it, pressing her hand tightly against it...

Meanwhile, in the castle's luxurious hall, three people were sitting, and six others stood around them
. All of them were women.

"Oh no, Yan'er! Go check on him quickly!" the woman in the center said anxiously.

"Okay, I'll go right away," Yan'er said, accompanied by her two personal female companions, who were also servants. I hurried
towards the room in the northeast corner of the castle.

I don't know how long I'd been unconscious, I know nothing at all. Maybe I had a nightmare, or maybe I was just sleeping in my own bed as
usual . But suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe. It felt like something was pressing down
on me, on my face. I struggled to breathe, it became more and more difficult. It felt like a huge wad
of cotton was stuffed into my head, swollen and uncomfortable.

With a loud "bang," I opened my eyes and saw a blurry red blur in front of me.

(IV)

The castle's exterior, if viewed from above, resembles a five-pointed star. The entire structure
is divided into five parts, with five buildings connected in a ring, occupying the highest point of the mountain. On the other side of the mountain, there is a waterfall,
cascading down and forming a small river that flows towards the town of Ellie.

"Ugh..."

"Ah..."

Behind the heavy iron door of the castle's dark basement, came a series of miserable screams. The screams were not
clear , they were murky and low, as if they were being suppressed.

Yan'er, dressed in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit, wielded a leather whip, striking the woman hanging in
the air . The woman was bound by an iron chain, her hands pulled upwards. Her underwear and
stockings, which she had been wearing, were now stripped to shreds, the blood-red welts a horrifying sight.

On the other side, another woman was also hanging in the air. Her head drooped, her body swaying slightly.

It was none other than the two women in what appeared to be flight attendant uniforms from before.

"Are you going to talk or not? If you don't, we won't be polite. I didn't expect you to have been here for two years, only to discover you harbored
treacherous intentions. Lisa isn't your real name, is it?"

"Pah, kill me if you want."

"Hmph, not so easy. Gag her, with that big gag. Wait, pull down her
accomplice 's underwear."

Yan'er's two female companions did exactly as she said. One picked out a large gag from a pile of torture instruments
; the gag's strap was made of leather, allowing for maximum tightening. A quick, deft hand pulled down
the unconscious woman's underwear, which was stained with a mixture of blood and sweat.

"Ugh," the underwear was crumpled into a ball and forcibly stuffed into Lisa's mouth. Then, a gag was forcefully
shoved in and tightly constricted behind her head.

"This isn't something you can just play with normally; nobody can handle this, and it's disposable. I had a set custom-made last time
, but I never used it. I didn't expect it to be so cheap for you today," Yan'er said, stroking a delicate little
box with a hint of regret.

Yan'er ripped off Lisa's torn underwear and carefully took out a ball about the size of a thumb from the box.
The ball was shiny and soft, with irregular burrs on its surface. Lisa's previously defiant face showed fear
, and her body began to tremble.

Yan'er skillfully inserted one small ball into Lisa's genitals, then another. She inserted all ten or so small balls from the box
. Then, she took a large wad of absorbent cotton from the box and inserted it one by one in several batches.

Finally, she took out a tube of toothpaste-shaped solution and shook it. She slowly squeezed it onto cotton wool and waited for it to be
fully absorbed.

Lisa struggled painfully, her body, bound by chains, twisting and turning in the air. She tried to clench
her thighs to prevent these terrible things from entering. But her legs had already been spread apart and bound to
the sides. Her body was getting more and more swollen and painful, filled to the brim with those things.

"How does it feel? These little balls will attract each other inside your body and stick to each other tightly. It's
impossible to take them out. In addition, the cotton wool outside has been injected with a solution with strong adhesive properties. As it slowly
hardens , it will completely block the bottom." Yan'er said, picking up a box of a different color.

She opened it, and there were even more balls inside.

"There's one more place that needs to be dealt with." Yan'er said as she walked behind Lisa.

(V)

"Yan'er, how's the interrogation going?" The basement door was pushed open, and Lulu walked in. Lulu
was a few years older than Yan'er, around her early thirties, and slightly plump. She was wearing a pair of high heels with thin backs.
Heels and a cheongsam perfectly accentuated her figure, neither bulky nor lacking in volume, highlighting her full breasts.

"Too stubborn. Look, one of them was just interrogated [the whole text]." Yan'er
said .

Lulu smiled knowingly. "Madam knew this would happen. So, let me see." Lisa

could no longer hear this conversation. She had lost consciousness more than ten minutes ago. Her nostrils, ears, and all her body openings were blocked by Yan'er and her two female companions, either with cotton or special plugs. Even her mouth was blocked , replaced by an absorbent cotton ball filled with more cotton to fill the gaps. It was deeply inserted into her throat, finally [the whole text] cutting off all air. 　　Lulu stared helplessly at the body, all its openings blocked, frozen in mid-air. "Let's see how the other one is progressing. I'll take this to Sisi for you. Don't kill her again." 　　Lulu waved her hand, and two women dressed as maids came in. They untied Lisa and carried her out. 　　"Don't worry, sister, I definitely won't do that again." Yan'er smiled mischievously at Lulu, "I guarantee the mission will be completed, please rest assured, madam, hehe." 　　"You," Lulu glanced at Yan'er with a grin, then turned and left. 　　I woke up, or perhaps I fell asleep again; in any case, my senses remained hazy and indistinct. Was it another long day? I saw the woman walking barefoot on the beach again. Her figure was graceful as she strolled along the sand. A soft scarf fluttered gently in the sea breeze, but I still couldn't see her face clearly. 　　"Woke up again, it's always the same." I muttered to myself, lazily moving my limbs. 　　A feeling of something pulling came from my limbs. What was that? I opened my eyes and saw the painted patterns on the ceiling . The image depicted an angel bound in chains, dragged painfully through the clouds by two hideous demons. 　　"You're finally awake! I was just about to wake you," a melodious voice whispered in my ear. I looked towards the voice and saw the smiling figure—it was Rong'er from the luxury car. Memories of last night flooded my mind. 　　"Where am I? What happened?" Before I could finish my question, I realized I couldn't make a sound . 　　I was bound to the bed, covered with a thick quilt, my mouth stuffed with a muslin. 　　Rong'er stood by the bed, glancing at me. " Now I already had someone wash you, but…" 　　Rong'er pulled back the quilt, revealing I was only wearing underwear. "Where are my clothes?" 　　I wondered. Before I could react, Rong'er helped me up and untied the ropes binding me. 　　Then they dressed me in a wide-brimmed lace robe made of silk. The fabric was soft as silk and very thin. 　　Several rolls of velvet rope were on the bed. Rong'er picked one up and tied it around my neck, then my arms… 　　one after another, the ropes intricately wrapped around my body, layer upon layer. They tightly bound , then tightened the rope around my hands. Except for my fingers, I found myself struggling to breathe from the bindings. 　　Velvet ropes were also wrapped around my knees and feet. I could still walk, but my strides were restricted; I could only move slowly, little by little. 　　"These are my clothes; take them and wear them first." 　　A thin blue fur coat from the chaise longue beside me was draped over my shoulders, its length just covering the ropes around my feet. There was a furry belt around my waist. 　　Rong'er reached into my mouth and removed the soaking wet velvet cloth. 　　I tried to move my mouth; it felt completely numb. 　　"Don't speak, wait until we see the madam. Come with me." 　　Two maids came over and helped me, following behind Rong'er. 　The room was bright and spacious, luxuriously furnished. The clock ticked softly, the time exactly 10 o'clock. The door closed and the alarm rang simultaneously. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(VI) 　　Walking through the castle's long corridor, I looked around. The castle was built with blocks of marble , giving it a unique style. The marble wasn't polished, but the middle of the corridor was decorated with rose reliefs. Flowers and vines intertwined, forming a continuous line that led to the end. People could only walk on either side. 　　After turning two corners, we arrived at a large door. Rong'er pushed open the door and gestured for us to enter. 　　Inside was a huge hall, just like the banquet halls I often saw in movies. 　　The hall was luxuriously furnished, with thick Persian carpets on the floor and various decorative handicrafts . 　　I glanced around quickly and hesitantly went inside. 　　In the center of the hall, on a throne, sat a graceful and elegant lady. She appeared to be around 40 years old, with remarkably well-maintained skin and slender, delicate fingers resting on the chair. Below her, on either side, were three sets of velvet sofas , four of which were already occupied by a beautiful woman: Sisi, Lulu, Yan'er, and another woman. 　　I slowly moved to the center of the hall, my gaze sweeping over them. I didn't recognize them, at least not until yesterday. 　　"Welcome, young man," the lady on the throne said. "Welcome to Rose Castle. I am Lady Rose . You may call me Madam." (The castle's name isn't incorrect; it's also called Starlight. More on that later.) 　　I looked at the lady; she truly lived up to her name. Her magnificent dress was embroidered with roses, and her earrings, rings, and necklace were all rose-shaped or engraved with roses. 　　"Why am I here? Where is this place? Why did you kidnap me?" I finally blurted out the question that had been nagging at me. 　　"This is a small island, and I am its owner. I invited you here only for a few days. 　　Please make yourself at home and enjoy yourself. Perhaps in a few days, I will need your help with a small matter." " 　　Please sit down," the lady said, gesturing to the remaining seat on her right. I went over and sat down, while Rong'er sat opposite me. 　　Several maids filed in, bringing fine wine and dishes.

"These are all fine wines and dishes, after a whole night of fuss. Are you hungry?" Rong'er smiled mischievously at me.

She took a sip of wine.

Everyone began eating quietly, without any idle chatter. The atmosphere was a bit somber.

"Yan'er, isn't it your turn to prepare the program this time?"

"Madam, I've made all the arrangements. We can begin anytime."

The madam gestured: Let's begin. I didn't know what the program was, and just focused on eating.

Yan'er gestured to her female companions, and a side door in the hall opened.

Accompanied by the sound of chains dragging on the floor, a woman was brought in—the same female prisoner Yan'er had interrogated that morning.

She was wearing heavy handcuffs and leg irons, a black silk blindfold over her eyes, and a wad of blue cloth stuffed in her mouth
.

The woman was brought to the center of the hall, with Yan'er's two companions on either side of her. Beside them was a golden
box, filled with various ropes, gags, and other utensils.

Yan'er got up and walked to the box, picking up a cotton rope.

(VII)

She quickly tied a knot around her neck, then passed it under her armpits, wrapped it around both arms
several times , and tied her hands tightly together at the wrists. She then used another rope to tie several more times around her chest,
making the white dress cling tightly to her body.

After binding her upper body, Yan'er lifted the hem of her dress. She added two more ropes at her knees and ankles.

"Remove her handcuffs and shackles," Yan'er ordered her subordinates.

Yan'er picked up a red rope, passed it under the bound woman, and tied it tightly back and forth twice. I
was surprised to find that the woman was not wearing anything under her dress.

Yan'er took a horsehair-shaped leather whip and began to lash her. The whip landed accurately on different
parts of the woman's body, making her only able to twist and turn without being able to dodge or predict where it would land.

After a while, the woman could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. Yan'er put down the whip and rested for a moment.
Next , she put on long silk gloves. She took out a stack of handkerchiefs, some thin, some thick, from the box.

"Hold her down."

The woman was pressed face-up onto the ground, and Yan'er covered her face with the handkerchiefs one by one,
sprinkling water on them occasionally.

After several thick layers, the woman's struggles began to weaken. Just as she was about to faint, Yan'er
removed all the handkerchiefs. Before she could even breathe, she covered them again. After repeating this seven or eight times, Yan'er
turned and began rummaging through the box again.

Her two assistants seemed to know what she was going to do next. They tied the woman's hands high
behind her back and wrapped the remaining rope around her neck. At the same time, they untied the lower rope.

A leather gag, with a thin tube attached, replaced the obstruction in the woman's mouth.

Yan'er was assembling a height-adjustable frame, which was erected. Two 1500ml
containers were hung on it. Then, Yan'er's assistants filled the containers with a carbonated liquid.

The thin tube in the gag was connected to the bottom of the container, and then liquid began to flow continuously into the woman
's mouth. It flowed endlessly until it was all gone. Then, liquid was poured into another container in the same way. The woman lay
helplessly on the ground, her body and legs held down tightly by Yan'er's assistant. Her belly had inevitably swelled
.

"These are the pantyhose I wore yesterday," Yan'er said, picking up a pair of flesh-colored, transparent pantyhose and crumpling them into a ball.

She then replaced the gag in the woman's mouth and shoved it deep inside. Her assistant swiftly took a thin
silver needle and skillfully sewed the woman's mouth shut with silk thread.

I found it painful to watch; it was too cruel.

"Come with me," the beautiful woman whose name I didn't yet know had somehow left her seat and appeared
behind me.

I followed her quietly out of the hall. The sun shone brightly outside.

In the castle's vast courtyard, roses of various colors swayed and bloomed in the sunlight, their fragrance filling the air.

In the center stood a large statue.

Beside it, a small stone tablet.

—Strangely, the inscription on the monument contained only a few simple words:

"1727, n."

(VIII)

The statue appeared to be in a Western style, its surface somewhat mottled from the erosion of time. However,
although I couldn't clearly see its face, I seemed to have a vague recollection of it.

"This statue was built in 1727, the date inscribed on the monument," Cammy said softly. "Although
the castle has undergone several renovations, this statue and the monument have never been moved."

"Then the castle was also built in 1727, right?" I blurted out.

"There's a story about the castle, okay? If you're interested, I can tell you. Look, who does this
statue resemble?"

... Cammy suddenly asked, as if testing me.

I had already thought about this, but I really couldn't figure it out. I looked at her, waiting for her answer.

"Newton." I was surprised; looking closely at the statue, it really did resemble him.

"Isaac Newton, we all know he was a great British mathematician, physicist, astronomer
, and natural philosopher. But you can also find out by searching on Baidu that he was an alchemist. In his
later years became obsessed with the study of non-natural phenomena such as religion, alchemy, and magic. He spent
about twenty or thirty years of his life immersed in this. However, his research results were never published.
Do you think a genius like him would waste decades without achieving anything?"

"History records that he never married. However, it is said that he had a few years of romance during his time at Cambridge.

Moreover, he had an illegitimate child. And his research in his later years was
assisted by his grandson."

Seeing my surprised expression, Cammy smiled and whispered mysteriously in my ear, "There are
even more exciting rumors about this. Don't worry, I'll look after you now, and I'll tell you slowly tonight."

The door by the courtyard opened, and it was Sisi. Behind her were two of her attendants carrying a
human body wrapped in white cloth. The group of people walked along a path in the courtyard in another direction.

“Sisi has such unique tastes, I’ve never been interested in that at all. Ah…” Kami
yawned, “It’s nap time, come with me.”

Only the lady and one other person remained in the castle’s hall. The two were looking at
the courtyard .

“You mean, Kami?” The lady turned her head slightly to the side and asked.

(Nine)

“This is my room.”

After entering her room, Kami said this and began to take off her clothes as she walked towards the inner room.

It was a spacious suite, decorated in the Baroque style. But it did not completely imitate
the elaborate but rather simplified it in a unique way. The carpet was thick and rich, and the furniture was just the right amount of luxury.

On the wall hung a work by the famous European Baroque painter Rubens, “The Fairy and the Forest Spirit.”

Before I could look around for long, Kami had already changed into her pajamas and came out, gesturing for me to sit down.

"This castle isn't as ordinary as it looks. The security system is on 24/7. So don't
overestimate yourself and do anything unwise. Besides, everyone here, even the cleaning staff, could
easily subdue you."

"Ah... I'm going to sleep. You can look around my room; I have quite a collection of
artworks . If you're tired, come in and sleep with me."

...Mi went into the bedroom, and that last sentence made my mind wander.

But the most important thing now, of course, is to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape. Because of
the meal , the ropes binding me had already been untied. Although I could tell they weren't afraid of me escaping, I
still had to try. I quickly surveyed the room, making sure no one was there, and then checked outside.
No one was in the corridor.

I slipped out of the room, gently closing the door behind me. I tiptoed towards the corridor.

Before I had taken more than ten steps, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a
long-haired girl, probably not even 20, wearing a pink tracksuit.

"Come with me." At the same time, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder; she was incredibly strong. Then she released me and turned to walk
away.

(There was no chance to come back.) I followed her back to Kamy's room.

"You're so restless, why don't you go sleep in my room?"

Huh? I was taken aback.

She pushed me into her room. The room was decorated cozyly, roughly
matching the style of the entire suite.

"Hmph, trying to run away? Dream on. If it weren't for Sister Kamy telling me to treat you as kindly as possible, I would have beaten you to
a pulp." The girl said fiercely, locking the door. She took out a red quilt from the closet;
I saw the closet was piled high with quilts of various colors.

The girl spread the quilt on the bed, then ripped off my robe without a word.

"Lie down," the girl commanded in an unyielding tone.

I reluctantly lay down on the quilt; the soft comfort of the quilt against my naked skin was incredibly pleasant. The girl
covered me with the remaining half of the quilt, including my face and feet, and then rolled me up. Actually, I had already
noticed that this quilt was much larger than a regular quilt.

I felt a tightness around me.

It turned out that the girl had already tied both ends of the quilt with rope, and then tied several more ropes in the middle.

I felt completely bound and unable to move.

"Haha, finally I've tied one up. I'm not always the one being tied up anymore!" The girl clapped her hands excitedly
, her face flushed.

"Let's add another one, this one." The girl took out another quilt from the cabinet, adorned with vibrant flowers and
patterns .

Wrapped in two quilts, I could hardly breathe. Gradually, I felt sleepiness creeping in.

Happiness is like being in heaven! When will such good fortune descend upon me? What does the ending mean? I don't understand the tombstone. Can someone explain it? Is the result the man's number? Will he be dealt with in the end? What's on the tombstone? I don't understand. There should be more updates! Please continue updating, OP! I didn't understand the ending, so I hope the author can explain it. Thank you. It should be a mild SM theme, which I think is quite original. The psychological descriptions are also very well done. I support the author and look forward to new works. First, in terms of plot arrangement, it feels a bit like French fantasy, a cold and aloof romantic encounter.
Second, in terms of specific details, such as the naming, there is a bit of an oriental classical feel,
like "silk" and "fluffy." It also has a Gu Long feel.
Third, the combination of these two elements, and the ending, is a bit abrupt. I feel that it may be
due to the author's limited space, and it didn't achieve a good integration.
Finally, I will continue to support you in publishing such articles, making our publishing area more colorful. I still didn't understand the ending. You certainly have a lot of romantic luck. The writing is average. A sentence jumps out without beginning or end, without explaining anything, and then it's like someone cut off your legs at the end. There's nothing left, except that two women took a man to an island [the whole story]! I hope the author will work harder.

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