The scheming dad's boyfriend attacks × the novice aristocratic temptress suffers
"Standing among the dead to write a pre-marriage memoir"
At an age that even dogs would dislike, I met an orphan that even dogs would dislike.
Tattered didn't say a word, as if he didn't have a mouth.
Later I found out that he was indeed mute when he was a child.
So, I asked him, how did you cure it?
He said expressionlessly, "Because you bullied and slandered me as an orphan, my father found out and had to perform an operation on my throat and fix it."
……Sorry. I said, so when you saw me again, you covered me with a pillow to get revenge on me? !
Right. He scoffed.
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A friend gave me a chance and asked me to write a small notebook to hold grudges, and when we quarreled, I would settle old scores!
OK! I kept my head down and started writing, ignoring the bastard's ridicule:
I want to write that you set fire to the mountain and were killed with a rod;
Write that you are in a village where children are bought and sold, roasting grasshoppers with tree branches and eating them results in diarrhea;
Write about your white-sand Gobi Desert, using gourds and gourds to scoop up the sand, like stuffing wine into your mouth and causing constipation;
I wrote about the concentric outlines of meteors above your head in the dark night sky, but I blinded you and didn't see you;
Write that we pray under the lamp, and I hope you will be struck by lightning when you go out tomorrow;
Write about me carving words on your back with a knife in a cold prison, and now your skin is full of scars, and no one will come close to you after seeing it;
…………
He laughed after hearing this and added: "Also, you forgot:
Write that you didn't recognize me when we reunited. "
Me:? Very vindictive.
It is a low-level but true qigong method that uses ghost poison. No routine, fast paced first person
I wrote my first novel casually, just to fulfill my youthful dream.
Purpose: Survive the monsters and monsters