A suitor appeared next to Chi Su, who stood tremblingly in front of him, "That... That, I like you."
Chi Su: "Sorry, you are not my type."
It's too weak, I can't feel it.
Until one day, when he passed by the toilet, he heard a familiar voice. He saw the "weak" omega who had just confessed to him not long ago holding up a strong alpha with one hand, and said in a grumpy tone, "If I hear you spreading rumors again, will you try?"
Chi Su:? ? !
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On the surface, she looks like a flower on a high mountain, but in fact she has a rich inner world.
Intention: Don't call me weak.
