“What to read?” is a recurring dilemma in my life. The question always conjures up an image: a woman at home, half-dressed, moving restlessly from room to room, picking up a book, reading a page or two and no sooner feeling her mind drift, telling herself, “You should be reading something else, you should be doing something else.” The image also has a mise-en-scène: overstuffed......
好端端一个精英美少女,非天天去跪舔一个没把心思放在自己身上的老男人,给老男人妈洗脚,被问啥时候有孙子还一脸光辉。。。给老男人当工具引诱兄弟,伺候兄弟娃和爹,这是爱情吗?如果爱情就是这,女人真的太可怜了,恋爱脑的植入让女人沦为这个社会的工具和牺牲品,如果女人摘除了恋爱脑基因,没男人什么事了,go to hell men