no tragedy in middle age

"Now, what do you think of me?" Lao Lu asked. "I want you." "You made me cry a lot, and you got it." "Do you love me?" "Love." Lao Lu was like a little girl at the moment, laughing angrily. "I want you." Lao Lu didn't understand what Xiao Luo said, until his clothes were stripped off by Xiao Luo, and they got into bed, Xiao Luo suddenly touched his back.Keywords: Middle-aged Lu meets Luo Qian, middle-aged youth love