I really want to invade Yao Yao, Vietnam. I want to trap her in the sports equipment room, invade her on the vault with the sound of other people taking classes outside, listen to her cry and stain her sportswear.
I really want to invade Yao Yao, Vietnam. I want to hide in the import and export cabinet after class with her, watching her want to scream but dare not, want to resist but have no strength to invade her.
I really want to invade Yao Yao, Vietnam. I want to hide her clothes in the clinic, so that when she can't leave, I can invade her and give medicine to those who want to come in.
I really want to invade Yao Yao. I want to catch her in the stage play and put it in the curtain in the corner to see if she is afraid of being discovered by a large audience.
I really want to invade Yao Yao. I want to touch her on the bus, so that she can only tremble and beg for mercy when she is obviously excited to the climax, and then invade her.
I really want to invade Yao Yao, Vietnam. I want to take off her underwear and skirt on the balcony of my residence and press it on the dry quilt to see her, for fear of being found to invade her.
I really want to invade Yao Yao. I want to be sensitive when she calls, and then I want to hear her pretend to be calm and invade her.
I really want to invade Yao Yao, Vietnam. I want her to make a good morning bite in the room, listen to her vague voice to distract her parents, and then invade her under her "hurry up" plea.