She said: I will make you pay for these slaps.
She said: The good men in the world are either gay or have not been born yet.
She said: Instead of being nice to men, it is better to focus on work.
She said: You are not doing it for us, you just can't give up your dream of being an army officer.
She said: Because we know each other, we understand.
He said: I know you look down on me.
They are a group of independent women, and he is an old man. They shed their youth and tears, being confused, arrogant, paranoid, losing money, and forging ahead. Youth is like water that does not boil in a pot. They grow up between pain and fatigue, joy and laughter.
I would like to write this article to commemorate my youth, commemorate your youth, commemorate the passing of Piao...
(Ps: There is my shadow here, and there is also your shadow. There is no beauty in the same person, and there is no stallion in the article)
Intention: