"Name."
"Beauty!"
"What?"
"You're kidding me!"
"It's a beauty."
"What do you call Hongyan for a grown man? Hongzhong sounds better than this."
"Please don't insult my parents' taste."
"When you insisted on marrying me, why didn't you consider whether it was an insult to my taste?"
"You just dislike me."
"You are such a damn ghost, why don't you let me dislike you anymore!"
"I mean it."
"Are you really you? Do you have a heart?"
Ye Xing kicked Hongyan eight feet away, and the slap of the electric fan stained with talisman paper fanned Hongyan into an afterimage.
My parents don't have very good taste either. Ye Xing, Ye Shui is the right one. There is such a fool who can't even sleep except eating and drinking.
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