When I get off work, I often meet a middle-aged man next door, pulling and tugging after closing the door. After having sex five or six times, I came here to wait for the elevator. If the elevator was still early, I would take advantage of this opportunity to run over and have sex four or five times.

So the joy of waiting for the elevator every time was counting the number of times he ran around and tormented his house.

I felt strange when I first met him. When I met him twice, I thought this person was really cautious and very careful.

When I met him twice, I wondered if this person's memory was too poor, and I took the trouble to confirm and reconfirm such a small matter;

After meeting him five times, I was relieved. In such a bad world, this guy must have been a victim. Now, as soon as I leave the house, I always think about whether to close the door, so I keep doing this action over and over again until I don't believe in myself anymore.

So, another thought came to me: Is it because every time I stare at him strangely, he thinks I'm too thief?