I like her to keep saying "No" like this. The more she says she doesn't want it, I think I'm more manly. People often say "When a woman says she doesn't want it, she just wants it!" You think, she keeps saying "No", but she keeps saying "No", and she can't stand it. You say it's just a sip of coffee, as for keeping shouting "No", if I weren't a strong man, who would have asked her to keep saying "No", and she can't stop. Anyway, I am a real person, can I give it to others if others say "No", can I give it? A man like me is really too kind and doesn't know how to reject others, so even if I don't want it, I will accept it reluctantly.

I always take into account other people's feelings. The more they do, the more I have to persevere. Haha, perseverance is not as easy as saying it, it is really not easy. I have made up so much determination! You can't understand, no matter what, I just think she wants it. In fact, she also wants it in her heart, but I'm embarrassed to say it, so she keeps trying to force me torture her. If she really doesn't want it, she would have turned against me long ago. Isn't it? So seeing whether a woman turns against her is the only criterion for her or not. This is the truth that we God instructed to do based on practice! I didn't want to say to a fat man, but after all, a man's face is a little thicker than others. Although I hold your hand and I don't want to let go, I want to hold your hand all the time, so happy!

But the fat man's hand is really not the hand of ordinary people. It is quite greasy and scratched. I grabbed it for a while. I didn't catch her much. Why did I feel that it was oily, and I felt that it was pork belly. It was quite disgusting. If I hadn't been strong, if I had never liked to hurt others, if I hadn't endured it, I really didn't have the confidence to hold her for so long! If you said that if you were holding pork belly, what would you feel like? I'm not a meat seller, I really couldn't stand it. It felt so disgusting, so disgusting, the oil, the sweaty hands, and the chubby little hands were constantly emitting different secretions!

It's really drunk and wet and sticky. I don't want to be disgusted. I don't want it. It's not that I have a prejudice against fat people. It's just like that. If you don't believe it, you can try to grab it. It's really a feeling of wanting to die! I really can't understand, how can you tell the people on TV catch this? I feel that after I grab her hand, there will be no love again. What do you think? Don't brag about anything that has not been caught. Only those who have been caught and feel that different humidity, let's brag again. You say that everyone comes to brag every day, but if you haven't caught it, how can you brag everywhere? You have to practice and brag again. This is the quality that a professional bragging person should have. Let me tell you that in order to write this paragraph, I went to catch the fat people, and it took me a long time to get such an experience.

I really write with my life, and I don’t say anything about this at all. Otherwise, you would try to catch the fat man’s little hands for writing. You can see if you can come back alive, that’s really not alive. It’s too scary. Now I don’t know what I thought at that time, how could I have such courage? There was really no one at that time. I’m not afraid of the fat man’s little hands!

I told the miracle doctor: "Do you want me to be serious? I tell you that I am such a temper. I will never give up until I achieve my goal. Anyway, I decided to speak with my mouth. I will feed you with my mouth. If you don't drink it, I will keep pressing my mouth against your little mouth. We just stick it like this until you drink it, otherwise I won't shut up. We just keep consuming it like this. If you can hold on for a long time, maybe we can still participate in the world record for the longest time. Let's try it first, first brush other people's records, and then we will perform our unique skills. I'll see if there are any people in this world who are dissatisfied. If we don't agree, we will kiss, and see who can kiss whoever kisses."

After listening to my advice, the miracle doctor subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and her heart was throbbing! The restlessness in her heart had begun to be overwhelmed. God ordered her to sigh helplessly, pulling the saliva at the corner of her mouth to look at her. That way she felt even more uncomfortable than killing her! She didn't expect that I could do this. Just to let her drink this coffee, I could think of seizing the world record of kissing. You said this man was not useless, he had a lot of ideas and was particularly persistent. You said this man was useful, you were with him, and seeing him being lazy, every woman would feel like she wanted to die.

Anyway, I can't look at the man in front of me from a normal perspective. Because it's not that I'm abnormal, I can't look at him with a normal perspective. But this man is too abnormal. If you look at him with a normal perspective, you will regret it completely and even start to despair about the life in front of me! I am such a man, a man that people can't stand it. The miraculous doctor also began to despair. She thought she could hold on and beat him to death and never drink it. She didn't expect that I was such a dog and came up with such a disgusting trick. This is something she couldn't accept. If she kissed a dog like me, she probably couldn't do it. After all, she knew me too much, so the more she understood me, the more she felt that she could not do it.

It’s not that I brag, my trick is so good. Almost all women can’t stand me like this! I looked at them with a vulgar face, and then I said I want to kiss her and make them mentally prepared. The more you and I ask them to prepare mentally, the more they think I am a pit, and the more they can’t stand my style. In fact, it’s better for me to kiss them in a difficult way. You say that kissing is a matter of a moment. No matter how hard it is, it’s a moment. When they react, it’s already done, so most men do this. I don’t like doing this. What I like is that we want you to love and my wish.

We have to agree in advance that I want to kiss, and we will kiss again, otherwise there will be no feeling at all. This is not the style I like. If everyone else is ready and we kiss in a mood of your affection, do you say that it is very sweet and very happy! I am quite happy, but I don’t know if the miracle doctor will be as happy as me, and I don’t know that she can’t understand my feelings. Let’s kiss each other happily together!

The miracle doctor suddenly tightened his face, half serious, half helpless and half unresolute, and said, "Then I just take a small sip! That's OK, right?" The miracle doctor looked at me and felt like I was pushing her, which was quite reluctant. Although she didn't say it, she probably might be scolding me in her heart.

I was quite disappointed when I saw her. In fact, you said I had made a choice for her. If we were to kiss her, or let her feel the fragrance of coffee! It was obvious that she could kiss her. Is it too much and hurt my heart? Am I really that bad? You would rather drink this shit-like coffee, and you wouldn't kiss me happily together? It made me sad. I feel that I can no longer find the impulse of a relative like today in this world. I heard that she finally got to know her. Although it was not the result I wanted, at least she still agreed, and I achieved my goal. I told her very happily, "Yes, yes, just take a small sip."

The miracle doctor held the idea of ​​trying it out, holding an attitude that might be dead, and there was a hint of unawareness in his eyes. Then he smiled faintly, picked up the coffee cup, cleared his throat and slowly felt that he was afraid that his throat would be blocked. He was afraid that he was stuck in his throat, which was a very cautious attitude towards this matter. His face suddenly became pale and there was no glory at all. Looking at coffee was like looking at poison. I thought to myself, was it because I was too exaggerating, making her feel that this was really no difference from shit?

I think she looks like a cup of coffee? She made it by herself. As for this, how could there be such a person! She doesn’t dare to drink the coffee she makes. It seems that the country people are always from the country, and it is always difficult to get on the table! You say that this elegance is not born, it is cultivated by acquired people, but I think it is too late to see a miracle doctor. I think it is difficult for her to enter the elegant hall! Of course, I also understand that the temperament we are talking about is really not cultivated in a day or two, and it takes time to experience it. It is just that some people are really not suitable for doing such things. But some people just don’t know themselves and have to do such things. Who do you think is the last one, not yourself!

The miracle doctor was quite disgusted by my forced persuasion of coffee. When she took the kind of shit-like coffee I said, she couldn't help but tremble all over and asked me, "God, I won't die after drinking this, right?" She asked me that this coffee wouldn't be so hard to drink, she was still lucky to think that I was lying to her. But her cheeks were white and purple, and there was no longer any gloriousness. She stood in front of me in panic, tweaking her scattered hair, and reached out to grab her dress.
Chapter completed!