Twelve years have passed since then. To tell the truth, at the end of that year when I witnessed an affair with my host under the bed in Mao's room, my grandpa passed away and I had a good legacy. I was a little landowner's bonbon in my hometown. With that amount of money, I repaid all of Mao's debt and paid the scholarship in advance. Since then, I had him quit his night job and continued his long-distance relationship. Mao returned to the countryside upon graduation and we had a wedding. Even after eight years of marriage, Mao's libido does not seem to decline at all. It seems that I masturbate every day after I go to work. I didn't think that would cure Mao's habit, but I had no choice but to keep an eye on it ...
