My younger brother obviously doesn't like sports, but he took away my fascial gun in a domineering manner.
After observation, I quickly figured out which muscles he had relaxed.
I was worried that my brother's demand for the fascia gun would be too high and would hurt his body, so I kindly tried to persuade him.
But my brother not only didn't appreciate it, he also became angry because I learned about his privacy.
In order to avoid future troubles.
He spread rumors that my private life was corrupt, and I was forced to drop out of school. Then they married me to a perverted old bachelor.
I was tortured to death.
Open your eyes again,
My brother once again took a fancy to my fascia gun, and I smiled and turned it to the highest setting for him.
