On the last day of 2019, at 7 o'clock in the evening, water dripping outside turned into ice, and the room was also very cold. I was wearing a set of cotton pajamas sewn by myself, holding a straight long-rolled dry cigarette with my own roll, wearing a headset, sitting in front of the computer, playing video with a plump mature woman on QQ, and did not show a video here. The plump mature woman in the video footage of my friend lives on the door 1, 3rd floor of Unit 1, Building 14, I met her by enthusiastically helping her to pick up things. When I got familiar with her, I called her as Aunt Wen casually. Then I secretly saw her QQ number, and added her as a QQ friend anonymously. I chatted with her for a few days, and played online tuning and so on. Aunt Wen actually knew that I was training her online, and I was a neighbor who lived downstairs in her house. I continued to pretend that I didn't know at all. Of course, I didn't say anything.
The Legend of Green Mother in Tiger Mountain