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Perhaps, life is just a gorgeous brocade robe, and you are just a flower on the brocade, dotted in the colorful past, and will eventually flourish in the years of youth, and after tearing it apart, it will quietly wither the beauty

Humans are emotional animals, especially me

When inspiration is unrestrained, the spirit is flying, the spirit is full of energy, the words are radiant, and the words are inspiring. It is so happy!

Out of curiosity about the mysterious nature of human primitive creativity and the unique snooping psychology of human beings with strong hidden sexual behavior, I don’t know how many uncouthful sexual relationships human beings have.

But I think the reason why family incest is unknown is its uniqueness and concealment

We usually know from newspapers that something is wrong with a certain place and a certain family, but that's all.

However, how many obsessed men and women are quietly and unknown to carry out the most primitive movements of mankind on the earth with billions of people?

The reason I chose this type of subject is that it can directly extend the most extreme and obscure places of the tentacles, leaving it with nowhere to hide.

How could I know that at this moment, when I was writing, there was no incest man and woman hiding at home to have a love heartily?

The taboo happiness is unparalleled. As long as there is love, happiness is everywhere, and it does not matter whether there is blood kinship or not.

Watching erotic texts is like tasting tea. There are 100 kinds of people who say it, so it depends on your opinion.

Thank you to all the friends who support, encourage and make a true statement. Your enthusiasm is the source of inspiration and the motivation for writing.

The article has been written here, and it is time to end the paragraph. Maybe one day, I will re-typing the keyboard and continue the chapter.

Finally, Hu Ci's unsatisfactory poem is the finale of his short work

What is the title called "Incest"?

Immersed in black, the thick blood is like a lingering snowflake that is out of control. I feel powerless and devoted to the ancient well that seems to be within reach. Don’t get close to it easily. Walk into the condensed nine-curve ileum or perhaps, it is also a song in the night. Life is sung in the dew without the pain of inferiority. There is no moral constraint. Spit out all your loneliness and helplessness. A blood-red desire is in full swing. Green, fat, red, thin