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Camron 2022-12-04 03:41:22

After reading it, I first wondered, why is it a woman who kills a man instead of a man?

Then I asked myself, if it was me, who would I kill? The answer is to kill his girlfriend. The denial of the person you like will be the last straw that crushes him. He is very selfish: when I am so desperate, why can't you love me more? Why are you so cheap, you have to keep relying on different men. Yang Dechang put so many realistic things on the girls in the second year of junior high school, which may be insufficient. For example, I always feel that junior high school students are very small. But if the heroine is a sophomore and adds some sexuality, Yang Dechang's design will be easier for me to understand. In some recent cases of killing female anchors, will there be similar stories?

There is a short comment that this is a knife from the weak to the weak. wrong. Xiao Ming is weak in everything, but she is a big beauty that a lot of people are rushing to. She is much more mature than Xiao Si, and she knows how to use the only capital she has. Upbringing taught her how to do exchanges: protection, medical care, mother's work. In fact, she is sincere to Xiao Si, because Xiao Si can't give her farts compared to others. Only that one mouth said to always be kind to her. In fact, compare it realistically, what can Xiao Si's love bring to Xiao Ming? Just a bunch of little shit. Xiao Si fantasized that he could protect her like Hani, and that was self-comfort.

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  • Coralie 2022-04-24 07:01:23

    "Being good to you is to exchange your feelings for me, so that I can feel safe. I'm too selfish." How did the phrase "Fuck you" from the other provinces finally turned into the same "Fuck you" like the Tutai Ke mother"?

  • Arvilla 2022-01-20 08:04:47

    When you stretched out your hand to hug her on a certain summer day, you only hugged the wind, and youth just ended like this. The girl in the white shirt and black dress smiled like a flower, but fell silently. The school uniform was contaminated with the confusion and melancholy of an era. At the end of the song, the pool tables, small parks, and baseball fields that have passed by when they were young will remember the songs in foreign languages, the ignorant kisses, and the promises we made in the afternoon when we had nothing to do. Finally, what you can't change is called life.