The so-called pretentious cultivation of arts and culture has always been a particular fancy of certain groups, especially among a certain group of middle-aged men.
Some people struggle for half a lifetime, earn enough money, see their wives' faces get old, and then their hearts start to flutter.
The normal ones get themselves a mistress or a few lovers, the less normal ones go for a bunch—the most abnormal are those who remain steadfastly respectful to their wives, like guests.
It's quite absurd, a pity, really, because absurd literature is actually a kind of alternative journalism.
Sun Dongxin's clientele basically follows a normal distribution; most are very normal, so Sun Ge has prepared some small programs for his clients.
"Hmm, is it raining?" the blonde foreigner reached out, and the water droplets slid off her hand.
"Let's go inside first, Lisa," Cheng Daqi sighed inwardly, not saying much else.
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