An older leftover woman who thrived under the ravages of her best friend, who had become a demon, encountered bumps and bumps in her pursuit of love, but she still rushed towards the finish line with sonorous and powerful steps. There were all kinds of laughter and frustrations during the process, including laughter and tears.
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What I couldn't stand was that at the end of his small eyes with terrible facial features, there were two huge lumps of eye guano, which resonated distortedly with the frequency of his speech. My stomach was turbulent with the "scenery" in front of me, and I felt as sad as Sister Jiang wearing a red scarf and rushing to the execution ground. I couldn't imagine spending the next few decades with such a man who had no sparkling point in his body that could attract me, and giving birth to a child with his genes and facial features. I felt that I would carry out humanitarian destruction on that child before he grew up and blinded the future flowers of the motherland.
However, if he uses the trump card of spitting, I really don't know how I would respond, because spitting is not actually a personal attack. He can say that his saliva secretion is too strong. These days, there are too many people who speak with a little "humidity" to moisturize the other person. And when the time comes, I really don't have a good idea whether I'm going to scream and grab my hair in agony, or I'm going to be ready to attack his face with my saliva.