Wedge
I never thought that one day the man who would spend my whole life with me would be a eunuch?
Well, I definitely don't mean to slander my husband, but at this moment, with bright eyes and a fox-like smile on the corner of his mouth, someone just happened to stuff a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake soaked in sugar into his mouth, and licked his fingertips with satisfaction. His actions and expression seemed to be demonstrating to me.
Okay, okay, let's just say you are a fake eunuch, stinky winter melon.