C61 How Do You Row Without a Pulp

The rain outside was still pouring down, as if it was trying to make our house float gently, the low and deep thunder was still growling, and with every lightning bolt flashing by, I could see the beautiful scenery, her young body was like an ethereal mirage, and even though it was tightly embraced in my chest, I still felt that it was lacking, my body still kept rushing forward in the night sky,