The beauty of the desert island, the city's fame in the desert, has opened the way to life.

The city princess woke up on a deserted island, and she had a broken tuxedo, and the fragrance of her make-up was gone. The only man on the beach who survived was the assistant she once looked down on, and she was silent, and she was walking up and down at the moment, helping her slide down her shoulder belt, and the night was thick, and the two people were crammed in the same water hole, wet air, and the smell of water and body temperature, and she wanted to keep her distance, but she didn't go by his chest in the cold night, and in the dark, his hands were lying on her waist, slow and restrained, and the fire was shining, and she saw the desire and restraint of his eye-blowing.