Dom Su Mei Gong trains the dog [bursts crying] I really like to be eaten by Su Gong and thrown around. I feel so good when I wash my underwear with cold face.
I beg you, I can't bear to see the marriage, but with such a lovely wife, I have nothing to ask for. Then the four supporting characters were slapped in their own way, and the one who traveled through time to fight for equal rights was slapped to death by me.
I beg you. . . I can't accept that other females love Gong because he is a male. I want to see if frigidity is not a stomach nurturing thing. It also feels weird in the early stages. It feels like Gong is going to be suffocated to death by his chest muscles.