The day I dressed up as a female partner in a sadistic novel, the president was about to push me into the swimming pool.
He pinched my chin and sneered: "A substitute should have the consciousness of a substitute."
I threw him a medical examination sheet with my backhand: "My uterus is frozen, how can I give birth to your child?"
Later, he knelt at the door of the ICU holding 999 roses: "As long as you wake up, I will sign the divorce agreement immediately."
I pulled out the oxygen tube and said to him: "I told you earlier, pretending to be sick is so tiring."
