He smiled and said, "If you don't hit your head and bleed, you won't be able to appreciate how good I am to you."
There is a kind of love that is like a steel knife that scrapes bones and penetrates poison into the intestines.
PS. The original title of this article is "May I ask who your last name is?". Because I plan to appropriate the title of the book into a new article, the title of this article is temporarily missing.