Zhao Yunlan threw away the phone and lay on the bed groaning, with bruises all over his back. Shen Wei was blushing, holding medicinal wine in one hand, and rubbing his waist with the other.
"Well... What evil have I done... Why is it that I am the one who gets hurt every time..."
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Wow, this copywriter, if I were to attack me, I would slap him back. I finally paid for you to go to college and this is what happened? I might as well take that money and get a dog.
Reading this text makes me burst into tears. If you have done something that you are sorry for, just write it down. If you just refuse to see each other, it makes no sense at all. Why do others have to see you? Why don't they want to see you? He didn't even have the right to criticize, let alone slap something that was both hurtful and insulting.
Wow, this copywriter, if I were to attack me, I would slap him back. I finally paid for you to go to college and this is what happened? I might as well take that money and get a dog. Reading this text makes me burst into tears. If you have done something that you are sorry for, just write it down. If you just refuse to see each other, it makes no sense at all. Why do others have to see you? Why don't they want to see you? He didn't even have the right to criticize, let alone slap something that was both hurtful and insulting.