In essence, love must have regrets. Looking back, there is always a slight loss. You can choose a better one, or a better one now.
Love is not a place for fakes. Love has traps and masters. However, obviously, we all know how to do what we like, and that has nothing to do with morality, knowledge, and character. For example, go out like a lady, go to bed like a slut, never wrong. There is also showing off the hue everywhere, which can be regarded as a benefit to those who lack the heartbeat of love. As a man, getting love is really a luxury. As long as there is a man who can do it, women will continue to be charming. There is nothing wrong with what you do. Women should be a little neurotic. Also, vixen, she will always keep her eyes on the front, and nothing will stop her from moving forward. In contrast, men are really pure species. Serious and intense in love, but the target is always a vixen-like woman, a woman who is not easy to conquer.
To be a vixen-like woman, there is no sense of satisfaction, so you always have to toss, but the more you toss, the more unstable you become. So when my husband is away, it is natural to tease other men.
After the fiancées were satisfied with their physical and mental pleasure, they fell in love with each other with a great sense of guilt. The seemingly ridiculous farce directly pokes the scars of sanctimonious reality.
Once the scale is widened, it is difficult to recover, so it intensifies until crazy. How absurd the reality is, and how plausible the absurd is.
There is only one person who loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. It is not wisdom that grows over time, it is exhaustion.
Life is like a play revolving around lust. When love is approaching, it is knowingly committed, and after the climax, it continues safely. People can't control themselves in the face of temptation.
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