[Slap in the face + crazy criticism + return PUA + nonsensical + abstract]
My name is Xia Qiu. The words I have heard most since I was a child are: "You have to be sensible, you have to be generous, you have to be decent."
So when my best friend wore my limited-edition skirt, held my boyfriend's arm, and said to me, "I'm just testing his loyalty for you." When my boss casually threw the plan I stayed up for three nights to the client and asked me to "don't worry about it so much." When the landlord wanted to swallow my two-month deposit on the grounds that "I have a heart disease"—
I decided not to pretend.
Dignity cannot be used as medical records.
Since you all say that I am fussy, unreasonable, and unladylike.
Then I will tell you today what it means to be truly graceless.
What does throwing red wine in public mean?
I'd make him dance in his underwear at the company's annual meeting.
What does it mean to tear apart a scumbag with your hands?
I want him to kneel in front of the fully paid wedding car and beg me not to sell it for scrap metal.
Don't talk to me about morality, I am a walking "Criminal Law" now.
I am Xia Qiu, a crazy beauty who has cured her mental internal friction and decided to cure you too.
