"I'm not Duanxiu!"
"Me neither!"
"Then what are you doing?"
"Take off your clothes."
"What are you taking off your clothes for?"
"Fuck you."
A long time later, when Meng Yunqing thought of what happened today, he felt so regretful that his intestines turned blue. I always wanted to travel through time and space, go back to the first day, and then chop off the itchy hand with a knife. Who told me that my itchy hand would touch other people's hands? Now I can't even keep my innocence.