The moonlight is gentle, just like a man and a woman cuddling sweetly on the bedside.
A certain woman said softly: My dear, if I were a part of you, which part of you would I be?
A certain man said in a loud voice: You are my heart. (This time the answer must be impeccable!)
A certain woman frowned and said: Why do you say it so awkwardly? Am I the piece of flesh in your heart that you want to dig out the most?
A certain man hurriedly coaxed: You fool, you can't just cut off the flesh of your heart.
A certain woman started to feel bad: Yes, that's because the position is important, so she didn't dare to move casually for a while.
A certain man had no choice but to continue coaxing: Really, my heart is so precious, why should I get rid of it?
A certain woman became increasingly excited: Didn't you understand that I was your myocardial tumor?
A certain man is depressed...
A certain woman got mad: You wanted to get rid of it a long time ago, right? I'm right, why don't you dare to say anything? Have you wanted to break up for a long time? Just hum and I will help you, but we have to settle our children and property as soon as possible...
A man roared: Women, don't ask these boring questions every night!
A certain woman felt wronged and broke away from the man's arms. The man and woman fell asleep coldly, back to back, pulling the corner of the quilt...
Outside the window, the moonlight is still so gentle...