On the third anniversary of our relationship, my female fiancée sent me to a men's ethics training class for her white moonlight. For a whole year, I became a dog that wagged its tail and begged for mercy when I saw anyone. When I saw her again, she held my hand and held a birthday party, which was very satisfying. "This is the fiancé that suits me." But extreme fear crawled up my spine and into the back of my head. I knelt down and begged for mercy, "Master, I don't dare anymore." She should have been satisfied, but she went crazy...
