Lan Juan

July 1990, [-], sunny.

Lan Juan is a slut.

This word is not very decent, I can't learn to scold her in a round and clear way like Li Jiapeng's father, this is how grown-ups scold her.

Lan Juan wore that white skirt with ruffled leaves again, smeared imported lipstick and perfume, and wore red high-heeled shoes. When she came back from the outside, she brought me a portion of roast meat.

But she completely forgot my birthday.I really wish I didn't have this little aunt, she makes me ashamed.

It would be great if Li Jiapeng's mother was my aunt, but Li Jiapeng loves to bicker with me and has bad intentions. If I live in his house, I have to eat stronger to prevent him from beating me.

It would be nice if my mother was here.