The little lady poked her head out from under the quilt, with a delicate face that was as red as a monkey's butt. A smile appeared on her face, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her voice, "Master, let me serve you."
"My fucking broken sleeves!" I was probably mad because I was mad, but I didn't dare to offend her, so I had to say patiently, "I can't do that to the little lady..."
"How do you know you can't do it without even trying? What's more, as a man, how can you admit that you can't do it?"
But I just can't!
My mother was in a hurry when she gave birth to me and forgot to ask me to bring my tools. What can I do?
I stretched out my hand to wipe the corners of my eyes and said sadly, "I tried, but I can't."
Intention: Focus on career