Just like just now, I really hope that he can ignore my shy refusal, or suppress it directly with a devilish smile, or sneer with a dark face, igniting my fire, and then he will take responsibility to the end, and then suppress me and eat wildly.
I have already designed the procedure for getting married, so why do I still need to speak up and yell, "I want it, I want it," to follow the procedure?
It's so fucking depressing. How long has it been? I'm still the daughter of a yellow flower, a flower that has not yet bloomed.