"You are the golden branch of the Zhou family, and our party Huaiying is just a sour Confucian scholar. I really don't dare to climb high."
"Do you think this hijab has hands and can lift it by itself?"
The room was quiet for a while, and then I heard the door open and close. He never got angry, and what he said just now was extremely calm. In the end, I had no choice but to pull off the bright red hijab myself.
Intention: Wishful thinking but failed to wait for the two people to be happy
