"The two masters of the ancient camp are in trouble."

In the late night's camp, two women masters sat on each other's backs, smugly dressed in cold clothes, while the other one was in love with the smug dress, and the identity and costumes were so different, the candles were shaky, and the hands of the dress master were so long, the hands were so close to each other's waists, the ears were entangled, the ears were entangled, and the outside wind was sore that they couldn't keep their eyes and eyes shut, that the relationship got out of control in a cross-border touch, and suddenly they were walking out of the camp, and they were separated from each other, but they couldn't hide the red and panic on their faces.