In Quan Zhilong's memory, Song Souna has always had a very fixed image, that is, a female gangster.
This female hooligan always wears a large pair of large printed pants, her hair as soft as seaweed is tied into a ponytail on the back of her head, and she holds a popsicle in her mouth and dominates his territory.
This female gangster could roll off her bed while asleep, and roll onto his bed in the middle of the night!
This female gangster always drags him back when he rushes out of the door every morning and presses him against the dining table to watch him finish his breakfast obediently.
This female gangster takes a bath whenever she likes, brushes her teeth when she likes, and goes to the toilet when she likes it. She never cares about him taking a bath, brushing his teeth, and going to the toilet in the bathroom!
Therefore, Quan Zhilong wanted to say: "Are you a woman who has no face, no skin, and no lower limit?"
Song Xiuna scratched her forehead, looked blankly at the TV screen that was playing advertisements, and said to herself: "Huh? Why do I seem to hear someone saying that I have no shame, no skin, no limits..."
Quan Zhilong: "..."