C270 Dear Woman Ke Lan!

In my confusion, I attacked her fiercely, with anger, with oppression.

Her body was as soft as water, and I felt a little familiar with that feeling. However, the anesthetic of alcohol had already made me think of her as Ke Lan.

Yes, it was Ke Lan.

Same old woman, same age. If you think of her as Ke Lan, then she is Ke Lan.

I held her, held her in my arms, pressed her down on the sofa