Can Love Be Eaten?

I ran into my ex-boyfriend on the street. I was furious: No matter how poor a man is, he cannot be sold! He looked me up and down while smoking a cigarette and rolled his eyes: "You poor man, stay away." After buying him for one night, I said: I want to talk to you about your original family. Ex-boyfriend: No? Roll. - First person, I am attacking. Enter the wife's flavor. Intention: Love must be fought for by oneself