Again this morning, in the corridor of the condominium, I can hear the usual spear of the couple living next door. It was a glimpse that the appearance of Mr. Yan Mama AIKA, who is a gal full of life, has changed slightly recently. A meaningful sigh to show after seeing off her husband. A view secretly seen in the corridor of an everyday apartment. An insidious gaze at the frustrated gal mom next door.
