I, a popular actress, suffer from kissing disorder.
He retched as soon as he touched his lips in front of the camera, and the whole network laughed at him: his acting skills were poor and he was pretentious.
My manager put me in the psychological consultation room of my arch-rival overnight: If I can't be cured, I will leave the industry!
He lazily flipped through my medical records, and his fingertips suddenly stopped on a certain line: My first love... Is my brother?
I bit the lollipop and moved it closer to his ear: Brother, you make me want to vomit even more than before...
Until he pushed me against the bedside and took off the abstinence glasses: Give it a try, if you vomit, I lose.
