When I opened my eyes, I became the calico cat of my ex.
I was sharpening my claws in preparation for revenge, but he treated me like an ancestor.
Imported cans are piled up in piles, and a dedicated masseur is on duty every day.
The once estranged flower of the high mountains now buries her face in my belly and sucks it wildly.
I am becoming more mellowed, and my revenge plan is becoming increasingly vague.
Until the full moon that night, I lay on his chest and squeezed his breasts.
The moment the moonlight fell, I suddenly transformed back into my human body.
His stiff hands were still on my waist: "You..."
(Perspective of the copywriting heroine)
HE Shuangjie has the plot of chasing his wife in the crematorium
