
Please Don't Go Crazy
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On the day when I was dressed as the female supporting character in a sadistic novel, the plot was about to progress to "the heroine fell into the water, I took the blame, and was slapped in the face by the hero in public." In the original book, the original owner endured, explained, cried, and was then imprisoned and starved for three days. It's my turn. The moment the male protagonist raised his hand, I moved forward half an inch: "Hit. Hit here. Use a little harder. If the slap mark isn't deep enough, I won't finish with you." His hand hung in the air. I continued: "What about after the beating? Put me in solitary confinement? Starve me for three days? Okay, starving me to death is just right. I will lie under your bed for the first seven days. You can see me as soon as you close your eyes." Male protagonist:...... Hostess:...... Onlookers:... I took advantage of his daze, pressed down his hand, and patted his shoulder: "Don't you dare to slap? If you don't dare to slap, then I'm leaving. If you want to slap someone next time, tell them in advance so that I can prepare some bruise medicine for myself." The hero didn't slap me. The plot collapsed. Three days later, he sent someone to deliver a box of good blood-activating ointment. Attached note: "It was my fault that day. Take the medicine, don't lie under the bed."
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