When I saw Quentin's foot fetish as always, and slapped his name on the woman's feet with blood-red nail polish, I knew it was still He, Quentin has not changed.
At the end of the first half, his favorite foot was knocked off. He drew a parabola out of his body, and threw it hard into the middle of the road without twitching.
In fact, the good show has just begun, aperitif, cheers!
In the second half, the roles were reversed, those who were chasing became being chased, those who were used to begging began to beg, and those who murdered were killed. Is it a Chinese word?
In the end, the inaccurate shot reconfirmed my conclusion that as a woman, at least one should carry a gun close by, cold, or warm, whatever.
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