This summer, when my aunt and I were pointed out lack of exercise was over 30 degrees, we decided to go up the mountain together. I didn’t feel much like riding, but because I was able to see the magnificent view of my aunt’s swinging chest and balling buttocks, I climbed the mountain with excitement. However, I had to find out where the road was wrong with my aunt. And after a few hours of walking down the mountain path, we happened to find ourselves in a mountain hut and waited for dawn.