"Oh, oh…"
…
In an ancient cottage.
Gong Minghui lay naked on the bed, the morning was beautiful, but the troublesome thing was always feeling a bit restless upon waking.
At that moment, he looked at a poster of a seductive beauty pinned to the wall.
All the tools were ready.
The stack of white tissues was placed on his stomach.
His hand moved rhythmically up and down.
"Man, I wish I had a virtuous wife, or even just a girlfriend."
He just quietly got on with the task.
Noises outside didn't bother him, the window was securely shut, no one would peek at this homebody.
In these tense apocalyptic times, the only thing that could numb the deep-seated panic inside was moments like this.
The feeling was coming.
Just as he was about to completely ascend to heaven.
Bang!
