Su Yue felt a pang of sympathy, weren't you supposed to cherish those clothes for a lifetime when you bought them? Even if they're dirty, they need dry cleaning.
But the way you throw the clothes around... how is that different from jerks messing with feelings?
I have to say.
This girl's eyes, so tender, and bouncy.
No, these eyelashes, so white, so soft, are those buns? Some powder from Central Plains... crap, what am I thinking, they're eyelashes!
I have to find a way to diffuse the awkwardness.
"...You hate it..."
The girl was like a spider.
Twisting and pushing, legs flailing, seemingly trying to kick the jerk off.
Su Yue was anxious for her.
Kick harder, will you? You're aiming wrong.
Damn, clearly you're playing hard to get!
"Baby, lower your voice a bit."
A few seconds later, the girl stopped resisting altogether.
