"I used to think that eating, drinking, playing with women was the life of an artist. Now, when I calmed down, all our guests lived this kind of life. It seems that life is really an art..."

A few days later, Lao Cui felt this emotion.

After we combined our swords, we quickly fulfilled our original agreement and lived an artist's life as a meal, drink, and play with women every day.

Don’t think that the author of the stallion novel will not sigh about life. Lao Cui is more sentimental than me. He has a strong literary style. The most sentimental one is reflected in the way he was pushing a cart with a girl. He used an old man to push a cart, and suddenly cried as he pushed.

For this reason, Lao Cui also wrote a poem: My tears fell on her butt, and her butt would not understand my sadness...

Later I found out that Lao Cui had a strange disease and was a sex addict.

He especially thinks about the things between men and women when he doesn't do them. Once he does, he is very annoyed and often feels guilty and disgust. Every time he does half of his life with a woman, he feels bored, and feels that he is doing something that is meaningless, and sometimes he will cry inexplicably as he does it.

I can understand Lao Cui’s problem to a certain extent.

**I have had the experience of crying once.

That was when I was very young, I lost a girl I liked, but got a girl I didn’t like. Many young people would do such stupid things, using someone I didn’t like to replace the person I used to like.

It was very dark that night. After turning off the light, I couldn't see my fingers. ***** was lying on the girl, doing meaningless piston movements. For some reason, tears suddenly rolled down.
Chapter completed!