Chucho told me that the fate of the ancient world was extraordinary.

As a maid, Chojo came to the palace, met a man who was cold and distant, and she took a long time while delivering tea late at night, and the candles tumbled, the man bowed his head to sort out her scattered hair, his breath entangled, the atmosphere rose sharply, the eyes of Chucho shrouded, the man stood close to his ear whispering, the man was strewn, and his arms were stretched to her waist, and his legs were out of control, and his feet were staggered, and the two were quickly separated, his eyes were dark, and the horns of Chucho's lips were full of provocative laughs.