If it were six years ago, I could have slapped my chest and sworn a vicious oath that no matter how much I, Zhang Xiaoxing, liked me, I would never be a third party, and then I would have spitted and despised those mistresses and bitches.
But if you like it, you just like it. I knew She Ziyan was a bastard from the first day I met him, but once I liked him, I liked him.
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