A sensational memory lens version:
Looking at a page full of colorful beauties taking photos, a certain woman gritted her teeth and asked, "What is this?"
A certain man replied calmly: "I took... The photo."
A certain woman rolled her eyes, isn't this nonsense! She pointed at one of them, "How can she explain?"
A certain man: "Material."
Huh?
A certain man said: "You should always make good use of the photographic materials around you." I really made full use of them.
A certain woman: "Around me, huh, why isn't there me? There are hundreds of photos, but I don't even have one! I knew you were only taking pictures of her."
A certain man: "Yes. I just didn't put it in the computer."
Huh? Her eyebrows were arched. It turns out that he was treated specially.
"The photo was too ugly, so I didn't put it here." He said with an innocent expression.
Ah! Crazy! How dare he say that to others!
"It's your problem. I'm obviously... Pretty good-looking." She was a rare moment of narcissism. At the end of her sentence, she muttered sheepishly. When she looked up, he couldn't help but laugh, and she couldn't help but jump over and pinch him.
He pulled her into his arms.
"Yes, it's my problem." His head rested on the shoulder beside her face, and his voice was in his ears, but it seemed to resonate from his chest.
"Well, I want to see it. I want to see everything you took." She said coquettishly.
"Later, I'll show it to you after I've sorted it out. Now, I have to do something else." After saying that, he kissed her deeply.
Later, it will be a long time later.
By chance, I found her photos in his disc case. It turned out that there were many of them, and they were all engraved.
Finally, there is a photo video.
I really want to forget you, I really want to know you again.
It seems like I don't know you, but I can't forget you.
Dog blood version:
Enemies meet on a narrow road, why do they meet you again? Bah, bah, bah, don't say that a good horse never turns back to eat grass. I originally asked for Joe, but in the end, they all pretended to be strangers! It seems that they don't know you. Listen, how can you swallow this tone?
Also, where did this god come from? He keeps posing in front of you to see if I don't use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, so I'll teach you a lesson.
What, just for you, and you end up pretending not to know me?
Still pretending to be stupid, okay, then I will try to really forget you.