Last night, I went to a KTV with friends. We ordered a little hostess to keep us company; she was very attractive, well-proportioned, and quite beautiful. After a while, I drank too much and really couldn't drink anymore. She proactively came over to block my drinks, holding my arm to prevent me from drinking, supporting my shoulder, and helping me lie down on her lap to rest. At that moment... isn’t love no longer important? I felt that kind of special care.