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And the Sith, who had been standing with his head slightly raised, gradually relaxed, walked over to my side, and took my hand again.

Seeing that the Sith was so interested in my hand made me almost howl in my heart.

God, I'm a man, okay? Even with the sissy smell, it's a man, and at the moment, I'm playing the role of a man, so don't hold my hand, okay?

You are holding my hand in front of the public so blatantly, isn't it just looking for trouble.

Now, look, the matter has been provoked by you, why haven't you learned your lesson?

Now, I almost feel like crying.

In my heart, even though I have a thousand emotions, at this moment, because of my mixed feelings, I can't say half a sentence on the surface.

Now, he and I are like a pair of sadomasochistic lovers.

One walked in front, and the other was forced to follow behind.

At this moment, I am the little daughter-in-law.

Just when these filthy things were galloping in my heart, I accidentally saw a flower in front of me, and it turned out to be Sith who reached out and flicked it on my skull.

"Dear, what are you thinking? So focused? Saliva is going to come out, who do you want to eat?"

It turned out to be the Sith talking to me.

Who do I want to eat?

Honestly, was I thinking about who I was eating?

I was obviously thinking about such a pure thing as holding hands, how could he be involved in such a trivial thing as eating and drinking.

Even if I wanted to eat something, it wouldn't be me or him.

"What's wrong?" Seeing my helplessness, the Sith continued to ask.

After a long time of hesitation and hesitation, I finally said, "This question is a question for the people, and it is difficult to answer." ”

In this way, we quickly put aside the farce of the restaurant owner.

Now, the Sith and I walked hand in hand towards the restaurant. Completely left the sloppy boss behind.

As I went upstairs, I asked Sith, "Are we going to leave that man alone?" Just let him lie there? I asked, a little uneasy.

"Someone will be here soon." When the Sith heard my words, he replied faintly.

"What do you mean?" Hearing the Sith say this, I was puzzled.

The Sith listened to my inquiry, and he stood still, looking at me with his eyes open.

"You really don't understand what I mean?" He asked.

I nodded.

Seeing me nodding, the Sith couldn't help but sigh, "Well, to tell you the truth, I'm on the verge of shaking my faith now. ”

"What do you mean?" I really don't know what he's talking about.

"You, my faith in you is beginning to waver."

The Sith didn't speak, and now I think that the more he talked, the more confused I became.

"When did you have faith in me?" I wondered.

However, in this little bit of curiosity, there is also a slight inexplicable sense of pride.

It has to be said that the Sith's senses are indeed acute at times.

Even my little bit, little bit, little pride that he couldn't have felt was felt by him at the moment.

How to say it, a bad guy is a bad guy, and there is no need to describe it. Bad people will do bad things in everything to make you unhappy.

And the same is true for a bad guy like the Sith at the moment.

"You think I'll have hope for you?" And so he said. "The objects of my inexplicable emotions are not all Caesars, and my expectations for you are actually expectations for Caesar. Now my expectations are shattered, and I am disappointed in Caesar, because why did he take a fancy to you? So much so that I'm inexplicably with a fool like you now. ”

I have to say that the Sith is a man who, if to use a popular phrase, is a black belly.

His belly was black.

No, it's not just the belly that is black. I can guarantee that no matter which direction or level this person faces and looks at, it is black, definitely not just belly.

His heart is black, his brain is black, his flesh is black, his heart, liver, and his internal organs are black.

This kind of character, as long as it exists, is destined to not do good things.

Whether it's for anyone around him, or anything, any magnetic field he releases, it's fucking injustice and hurtful.

However, I have to admit that this kind of black-bellied thing has its charm.

It's like pouring a glass of ice water on the pavement on a hot summer day, and the cool and heart-pounding feeling is like riding a roller coaster.

Therefore, the charm of this kind of black belly and the like actually exists only for those who are used to living a good life and have a little dull nerves.

It's just that some people, or people need some stimulation at some point.

However, this thing must not become mainstream, and when he is complacent, I will find the right moment to destroy him in one fell swoop.

Far from it, ladies and gentlemen.

On the topic of black belly, I'm a little far away.

And the Sith came to blow my self-esteem again at this moment, and I was like a little man, a little deflated three, and I temporarily let him blow for a moment.

While we were talking, we were still like a couple, holding hands, and walked to the second floor of this restaurant.

In other words, the road is long, and I will go up and down to seek.

It's not too long, but it's really long enough for the two of us.

Now, we're still searching up and down until we reach the second floor.

The fate of the shopkeeper had been put behind me and the Sith, and we started again, as we had done at the beginning, our conversation.

"I said I was going to punish you." Sith was sitting across from me at this point, his gaze straight ahead, where I was sitting, where I was sitting. "You won't have forgotten it."

"Uh-huh," I replied, "I have almost forgotten about it." ”

"So do you remember it now?" A hint of anger flashed across the Sith's face.

"yes, thanks to the reminder, I seem to remember a bit."

"So, let's get started." He said nonchalantly.

"How do I get started?" I asked.

"Don't worry, we'll see soon." Speaking of this, a cold breath erupted from his nostrils, "Your current situation is completely that you haven't seen the coffin yet, so you don't know how salty your tears are." He sarcastically said to me.

"I'll remember your words." I told him that he would go to self-study later to taste my tears and let the taste of it etch in my bones.

I sound derogatory to myself, but if you hear the tone and tone of my voice, you don't think so.