He didn't speak.

It must be because of this, I said, "I'm a stupid pig, okay?" ”

He doesn't let go yet.

"I'm a stupid pig, you have a lot, just forgive me." I said, "I'm not just a stupid pig, I'm a fat pig." ”

He glanced at me.

"Is that enough?" I said, "I've gotten to this point." ”

"Not enough." He rolled his eyes: "It still hurts." "It's obviously full of energy.

"Then you can give me a hint." I said, "What do you want me to say?" ”

He rolled his eyes again and didn't speak.

I observed his expression for a while, thought about it seriously, and felt that I seemed to be a little confused: "May I kiss you?" ”

He was silent.

I leaned over to kiss him, but he turned his head. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt that he seemed more awkward than me, so I pinched his jaw and kissed him hard.

He froze for a moment, then pressed the back of my head and pressed me against the table. There was a ping-pong sound, everything on the table hit the ground, and I felt out of breath as I felt his hand reach into the hem of my shirt. I tried to hold his wrist, but he resisted it, and I had to twist and struggle with all my might.

Not to be outdone, he always tried his best to control me. And I didn't feel comfortable and happy for half a day, I just felt extremely nauseous. Probably because the feeling was so strong, I struggled with my fists and kicks, pushing harder, until he let out a muffled grunt and fell back into his chair.

I gathered my torn clothes, curled myself up on the desk, and looked at him.

He clutched his chest, his face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he frowned.

I looked closely at it for a while, and felt that this time it seemed to be true, so I asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He was silent.

The phone was knocked to the ground by him, and I was afraid that it couldn't be used anymore, so I quickly jumped off the desk, intending to find Fan's father. As soon as I landed on the ground, my arm was grasped, and the sky swirled, and I felt a sharp pain in my spine, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I had been crushed against the wall.

His face was close at hand, still in cold sweat, and he stared at me like a dangerous tiger.

He didn't speak.

It must be because of this, I said, "I'm a stupid pig, okay?" ”

He doesn't let go yet.

"I'm a stupid pig, you have a lot, just forgive me." I said, "I'm not just a stupid pig, I'm a fat pig." ”

He glanced at me.

"Is that enough?" I said, "I've gotten to this point." ”

"Not enough." He rolled his eyes: "It still hurts." "It's obviously full of energy.

"Then you can give me a hint." I said, "What do you want me to say?" ”

He rolled his eyes again and didn't speak.

I observed his expression for a while, thought about it seriously, and felt that I seemed to be a little confused: "May I kiss you?" ”

He was silent.

I leaned over to kiss him, but he turned his head. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt that he seemed more awkward than me, so I pinched his jaw and kissed him hard.

He froze for a moment, then pressed the back of my head and pressed me against the table. There was a ping-pong sound, everything on the table hit the ground, and I felt out of breath as I felt his hand reach into the hem of my shirt. I tried to hold his wrist, but he resisted it, and I had to twist and struggle with all my might.

Not to be outdone, he always tried his best to control me. And I didn't feel comfortable and happy for half a day, I just felt extremely nauseous. Probably because the feeling was so strong, I struggled with my fists and kicks, pushing harder, until he let out a muffled grunt and fell back into his chair.

I gathered my torn clothes, curled myself up on the desk, and looked at him.

He clutched his chest, his face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he frowned.

I looked closely at it for a while, and felt that this time it seemed to be true, so I asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He was silent.

The phone was knocked to the ground by him, and I was afraid that it couldn't be used anymore, so I quickly jumped off the desk, intending to find Fan's father. As soon as I landed on the ground, my arm was grasped, and the sky swirled, and I felt a sharp pain in my spine, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I had been crushed against the wall.

His face was close at hand, still in cold sweat, and he stared at me like a dangerous tiger.

He didn't speak.

It must be because of this, I said, "I'm a stupid pig, okay?" ”

He doesn't let go yet.

"I'm a stupid pig, you have a lot, just forgive me." I said, "I'm not just a stupid pig, I'm a fat pig." ”

He glanced at me.

"Is that enough?" I said, "I've gotten to this point." ”

"Not enough." He rolled his eyes: "It still hurts." "It's obviously full of energy.

"Then you can give me a hint." I said, "What do you want me to say?" ”

He rolled his eyes again and didn't speak.

I observed his expression for a while, thought about it seriously, and felt that I seemed to be a little confused: "May I kiss you?" ”

He was silent.

I leaned over to kiss him, but he turned his head. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt that he seemed more awkward than me, so I pinched his jaw and kissed him hard.

He froze for a moment, then pressed the back of my head and pressed me against the table. There was a ping-pong sound, everything on the table hit the ground, and I felt out of breath as I felt his hand reach into the hem of my shirt. I tried to hold his wrist, but he resisted it, and I had to twist and struggle with all my might.

Not to be outdone, he always tried his best to control me. And I didn't feel comfortable and happy for half a day, I just felt extremely nauseous. Probably because the feeling was so strong, I struggled with my fists and kicks, pushing harder, until he let out a muffled grunt and fell back into his chair.

I gathered my torn clothes, curled myself up on the desk, and looked at him.

He clutched his chest, his face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he frowned.

I looked closely at it for a while, and felt that this time it seemed to be true, so I asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He was silent.

The phone was knocked to the ground by him, and I was afraid that it couldn't be used anymore, so I quickly jumped off the desk, intending to find Fan's father. As soon as I landed on the ground, my arm was grasped, and the sky swirled, and I felt a sharp pain in my spine, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I had been crushed against the wall.

His face was close at hand, still in cold sweat, and he stared at me like a dangerous tiger.

He didn't speak.

It must be because of this, I said, "I'm a stupid pig, okay?" ”

He doesn't let go yet.

"I'm a stupid pig, you have a lot, just forgive me." I said, "I'm not just a stupid pig, I'm a fat pig." ”

He glanced at me.

"Is that enough?" I said, "I've gotten to this point." ”

"Not enough." He rolled his eyes: "It still hurts." "It's obviously full of energy.

"Then you can give me a hint." I said, "What do you want me to say?" ”

He rolled his eyes again and didn't speak.

I observed his expression for a while, thought about it seriously, and felt that I seemed to be a little confused: "May I kiss you?" ”

He was silent.

I leaned over to kiss him, but he turned his head. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt that he seemed more awkward than me, so I pinched his jaw and kissed him hard.

He froze for a moment, then pressed the back of my head and pressed me against the table. There was a ping-pong sound, everything on the table hit the ground, and I felt out of breath as I felt his hand reach into the hem of my shirt. I tried to hold his wrist, but he resisted it, and I had to twist and struggle with all my might.

Not to be outdone, he always tried his best to control me. And I didn't feel comfortable and happy for half a day, I just felt extremely nauseous. Probably because the feeling was so strong, I struggled with my fists and kicks, pushing harder, until he let out a muffled grunt and fell back into his chair.

I gathered my torn clothes, curled myself up on the desk, and looked at him.

He clutched his chest, his face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he frowned.

I looked closely at it for a while, and felt that this time it seemed to be true, so I asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He was silent.

The phone was knocked to the ground by him, and I was afraid that it couldn't be used anymore, so I quickly jumped off the desk, intending to find Fan's father. As soon as I landed on the ground, my arm was grasped, and the sky swirled, and I felt a sharp pain in my spine, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I had been crushed against the wall.

His face was close at hand, still in cold sweat, and he stared at me like a dangerous tiger.

He didn't speak.

It must be because of this, I said, "I'm a stupid pig, okay?" ”

He doesn't let go yet.

"I'm a stupid pig, you have a lot, just forgive me." I said, "I'm not just a stupid pig, I'm a fat pig." ”

He glanced at me.

"Is that enough?" I said, "I've gotten to this point." ”

"Not enough." He rolled his eyes: "It still hurts." "It's obviously full of energy.

"Then you can give me a hint." I said, "What do you want me to say?" ”

He rolled his eyes again and didn't speak.

I observed his expression for a while, thought about it seriously, and felt that I seemed to be a little confused: "May I kiss you?" ”

He was silent.

I leaned over to kiss him, but he turned his head. I was a little embarrassed, but I felt that he seemed more awkward than me, so I pinched his jaw and kissed him hard.

He froze for a moment, then pressed the back of my head and pressed me against the table. There was a ping-pong sound, everything on the table hit the ground, and I felt out of breath as I felt his hand reach into the hem of my shirt. I tried to hold his wrist, but he resisted it, and I had to twist and struggle with all my might.

Not to be outdone, he always tried his best to control me. And I didn't feel comfortable and happy for half a day, I just felt extremely nauseous. Probably because the feeling was so strong, I struggled with my fists and kicks, pushing harder, until he let out a muffled grunt and fell back into his chair.

I gathered my torn clothes, curled myself up on the desk, and looked at him.

He clutched his chest, his face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he frowned.

I looked closely at it for a while, and felt that this time it seemed to be true, so I asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

He was silent.

The phone was knocked to the ground by him, and I was afraid that it couldn't be used anymore, so I quickly jumped off the desk, intending to find Fan's father. As soon as I landed on the ground, my arm was grasped, and the sky swirled, and I felt a sharp pain in my spine, and when I came back to my senses, I found that I had been crushed against the wall.

His face was close at hand, still in cold sweat, and he stared at me like a dangerous tiger.