"That person is gay."
"Yeah, it was because of promiscuity. It's really disgusting."
I don't, I just... Just like someone I shouldn't like.
Why, why should I be treated like this.
Why no one loves me.
The person in front of me was so sad that his hair seemed to have softened. I ruffled his hair, bent down and said to him:
"Want to try it?"
"Right or wrong, I'll be with you, Qiao Suo."
"I love you."
The poor little girl has low self-esteem, is gentle and taciturn, and is madly complaining about the girl's heart.
Okay, I changed the copy again, and it's useless!!!