"You're not clean." I screamed heartbreakingly, "That dirty thing of yours has been in and out of other women's bodies. I will never allow it to touch me."
"You are wrong." There was a strange seriousness on his face: "I wear a condom every time. There is at least one layer of condom between her and me, just like there is clothes between two people, so I am clean."
Because I'm wearing a condom, I'm clean. Is this humor? Or a bad joke that's not funny? But why do I just want to cry?
My love, cry through the condom!
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This is my story, but maybe it will happen to you too! ! !