"It's not that I can't tolerate you, He Sirong is coming soon."

"Isn't that better?" said the old poison.

Yuan Yueling wanted to speak but stopped and sighed.

"Old poison, it's not me who said to you," Zhou Song openly walked into Yuan Yueling's iron plate with pineapple gulp meat: "Brother is also a person who has experienced it. The most taboo thing for this man is that he can't let go.

"Women don't like you, just let her go.

"What is the most important thing for a man? It is his career and his own charm." Zhou Song said earnestly: "Why do a real man have no wives? Brothers are like brothers and feet, and wife is like..."

Yuan Yueling glanced at him.

"My wife is like a rib, right? It's not your model rib, I can't even force you to install it.

"This Buddhist scripture says to break the obsession, ah? The ego is the eight sufferings in life, and you cannot get it... This, ah? All Dharmas are invisible..."

"Aren't you Christian? Or Catholic?" said the old poison.

"The Bible says that everything is empty, it is all about wind catching, empty and empty, everything is empty, you understand? In short, no matter what teaching you teach, don't bother He Sirong." Zhou Song advised: "You are not at a loss, right? Leave some dignity to yourself.

"To put it bluntly, what qualifications do you have to be liked by a woman who doesn't like you? Is she worthy? How many keys do you get?"

The old poison nodded repeatedly: "Brother, you are right, but when I think that these words come from your mouth, I think I believe you."

"Brother has realized this, do you understand? I don't want to see you repeat your detours."

"But, Brother Song, you look more like a sage model no matter how you look at it." The old poison glanced at Yuan Yueling.

"The success of your sister Yueling and I cannot be copied," Zhou Song shook his head and said, "Don't you understand?"

He Sirong called Yuan Yueling not far away, and Yuan Yueling picked up the plate and walked towards her: "I'll go there first, don't be late for the afternoon exam."

"Brother, tell me," the old poison glanced at He Sirong and asked Zhou Song in a low voice: "How can I coexist with He Sirong?"

"You're fucking crazy, you," Zhou Song looked around nervously: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't come with me this."

"Even if I know, I won't tell you," Zhou Song said: "You can't afford the price."

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That night, Zhou Song woke up from his sleep without warning for no reason.

He felt dry mouth and hot all over.

The hour hand on the wall points to 3 o'clock.

In the darkness, Zhou Song lowered his head and kissed the girl in his arms, but the latter suddenly opened his eyes, which scared him.

Then, the tip of the tongue was sucked.

Zhou Song suspected that he had a fever, otherwise why would it be so hot?

The torrent of a certain life instantly broke through the shackles of reason and morality, and collapsed like a dam breaking down.

Without any verbal communication, Zhou Song gasped and turned over.

(To the reader: I have been warned by the editor before... I really don't dare to continue to test on the verge of committing suicide, so... let's just ellipsis)

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"What's wrong, dog?" the girl asked in confusion.

"It hurts." Zhou Song said.

"I'm fine, I can still withstand it." The girl's nails were embedded on Zhou Song's back.

Yuan Yueling quickly let go of him again, changed his movements, and grabbed the corner of the quilt.

The girl gritted her teeth and signaled her boyfriend to act in one go.

"This... I feel sorry for you." Zhou Song said.

You can't stand me!

Zhou Song began to realize that this was not normal:

In this case, the replication of pain in symbiosis does not seem to be simply one-to-one replication, but rather begins exponential superposition.

In other words... it may be because of the difference in physiological structure that this pain is exponentially amplified.

Zhou Song felt an invisible big hand holding his seed bag.

Every time you move forward 0.1 mm, your big hand will squeeze it tightly.

It is said that humans cannot suffocate themselves or strangle them to death.

Therefore, people should not be able to slap their own...

What's more, even if Zhou Song could do it, he could not let Yuan Yueling bear all this.

At this moment, Yuan Yueling's eyes were closed and her hands were holding the corner of the quilt desperately. The dense beads of sweat had already oozed out from her forehead.

Her expression was distorted and wrinkled as if she was a newborn baby, and her original beauty disappeared.

No one will have any contact with the word "beauty" when he sees her face.

The girl's tears did not pass through her cheeks, but dripped directly from her ears onto the pillow.

Despite this, she gritted her teeth, did not make any sound, nor did she ask him to stop.

Zhou Song gave up.

This fucking setting is simply a bug!

Zhou Song turned over in frustration towards the wall.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yueling slapped his belly weakly: "It's okay, I heard from the child that she tried it many times at the beginning, and it took a month to complete it."

"Yes," Zhou Song said: "So are academic masters?"

"That's not," Yuan Yueling recalled: "It's much easier for a top boyfriend to have experience. The key is that the child, her boyfriend, and both of us, have no experience."

This is not a question of whether or not, Zhou Song thought.

"This is not a question of whether you experience or not," Zhou Song said: "I'm afraid you will regret it after being impulsive."

"I won't regret it anymore." Yuan Yueling gently touched his belly.

"After all, we haven't been talking for a long time, so it's better to wait for the relationship to be more stable," Zhou Song said: "I'm afraid that I will harm you. I would rather... than want you to regret it in the future and blame me.

"And, don't you still have to line up for vaccination?"

Yuan Yueling was very moved when she heard these beautiful words.

I really love someone so much that I can do this, Yuan Yueling thought.

"Dog..."

"Go to sleep, I have to take the exam tomorrow." Zhou Song felt that the pain in his body had been relieved, and he said, touching the back of Yuan Yueling's hand.

"You turn around, I want you to hug me..."

"Or why are you sleeping on me?" Zhou Song had a sudden whim.

"Okay!" Yuan Yueling turned over without hesitation.

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"Or, you'd better come down?"

"Um."

Yuan Yueling lay down next to Zhou Song: "I think I've been fattened by you."

“Not to.”

"I think we want to buy a scale and run every morning and evening."

"Run again?" Zhou Song remembered the horror of being dominated in the first volume.

"I'll run with you this time, don't be afraid."

In fact, it would be better to feed her a little fat, but there would be fewer jackals who care about her, right? Zhou Song thought.
Chapter completed!