Fallen Angels evaluation action
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Hyman 2022-02-07 14:50:35
As expected of the dark night version of "Chongqing Forest", each of its characters is still morbid and lonely in their own way. It is romantic and crazy, just like first love, but also degenerate, with the seductive magic of tasting the forbidden fruit. The sad shots, the decadent soundtrack, and the words that were meant to be said and left unspoken were all cooler, more stylized, and more postmodern. And if the "forest" is still a roundabout afternoon black tea, it can make people reminisce. Then the "angel" is undoubtedly the black coffee that goes straight to the bottom of my heart. It is very bitter and rich in taste, like a neon sign of desire in the dark night. It is the condolence and cure for the restless and lonely. People who like it will be extremely obsessed with it, and people who are not interested in it will not be interested at all. It has been said that there are not many things in the world that can really be possessed, as little as there are things that can really be left in the world. But how good would it be if everyone tried their best to enjoy the closeness of the temperature before parting. But we all like the feeling of falling, and this may be the most gratifying place for those angels who have broken their wings. It's nice to have someone to quietly like when you're hurt
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Elsa 2022-03-27 09:01:20
i vote for 5 stars for the scene that the woman is masturbating alone on the bed,,, that suffocating loneliness ...
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He Zhiwu: We rub shoulders with many people everyday. Some may become close friends, or confidants. That's why I'm always optimistic. Sometimes it hurts. Not to worry - I try to stay happy. That night, I saw that woman again. I knew we'd never be friends or confidants. We'd let too many chances pass us by. Nothing happened, there was no chemistry. Maybe it was the weather, but that night I found her very alluring.
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He Zhiwu: You rub elbows with a lot of people every day. Some strangers might become your friends or even confidants. So I never turn my back on a chance to rub elbows. Sometimes I rub till I bleed. No big deal, as long as I'm happy. That night, I ran into that woman again. I knew very well we'd never be friends or confidants. We'd had too many chances to rub elbows in the past. We had rubbed elbows till our clothes tore, but still no sparks. Maybe it was the weather, but that evening I felt a spark.