"Relationships are not a business. They must be obtained by force and by all means! I am afraid that I will eventually become your accessory, bear your mark, only cry and laugh for you, and become a puppet." Xiaoyou took out the tightly held wrist and turned around helplessly but firmly to leave.
The thin figure was slowly swallowed by the night, as if he could not bear the blow. Fu Shen staggered back and looked at his trembling hands. The gentle warmth remained, but it made people feel a bone-chilling chill. A man like him is born with the aura of killing and decisiveness, and he is used to controlling everything, including emotions. I just get that person forcefully, but maybe I never really own it. Is it really like quicksand, the more I hold on to it, the more I lose?
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Fu Shen frowned, looking at the woman next to him who was in a daze about other men, and gritted his teeth, "What's the point of a pretty boy!"
Yan Xiaoyou was stunned and blurted out, "It looks better than an old man's poker face."
In the end, the man tyrannically carried his little wife on his shoulders and took her away!
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