One night three days ago, I went home alone. Walking in the dark alley, I heard faint footsteps behind me. My excited reverie tried my best to scare my heart. Blackmail, rape, rape and murder all came at me in one breath. I was so frightened that I found a man to pretend to be my boyfriend, trying to drive away the gangsters behind me.
That passerby, like the sanctimonious Erlang Shen, has three blind eyes and cannot see how thick-skinned he is.
I was a bit presumptuous and rushed to hold his arm without explaining the situation, but he indiscriminately thought that I was a saleswoman. Pointing to a neon sign in front of me, he said: "It's only two steps to the hotel in front. Before you go in, let's get to know each other first, come on!" Then he took away my first kiss that I had reserved for eighteen years.
Since my first kiss was gone, why should I keep my "first palm" and slap him in the face directly, scolding him: "Originally, I thought you were a good person who could drive away the stalker behind me, but the sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows on the grass, but there are gangsters again! Look up again and see clearly. There are three words written on the neon sign, not two. It's called a 'funeral parlor', not a 'hotel'..."