When changing her pants, my mother raised one foot and stood on the ground with the other foot, trying to pull her leg out of the trouser leg. However, she didn't keep her balance and fell to the ground. When Chen Tian opened the door, he saw a scene that made his mouth dry. At this time, he saw that my mother only had a white conservative bra on her upper body to cover her lovely breasts.
It's 2068. Nineteen years since the second American civil war, the Cabal crisis, and the ensuing global anarchy that broke the United States into hundreds of autonomous micro states and ended the world as we knew it. A new generation are coming of age in the Chareen Hills. These are the lucky ones. Their tolerably comfortable, insular lives, in a nice part of the shattered ruins of the American empire, are about to get a whole lot more interesting.