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59. There are no men’s slippers at home

Half a year. After half a year, whether you are alive or dead has nothing to do with me." It was like he was angry, like he was making a promise to himself, there were all kinds of emotions.

She bared her teeth in anger: "You bastard, what kind of blue-faced person are you? Does it have nothing to do with you whether I live or die? Huh, I took care of you most of the night for nothing last night."

He looked at her vaguely: "You took care of me most of the night?"

She rolled her eyes and expressed her merit: "If you don't look at how tall and strong you are, then look at my small body. How did I get you into the house and onto the bed when you were so drunk...cough

...Ahem..." The words were a bit ambiguous, and she choked.

"Then what?" His expression was not confused, but cute.

"Nothing more." She said viciously: "You heartless scoundrel, you don't care whether I live or die." Oh, what is she angry about? She didn't even figure it out herself. Half a year. Half a year.

From now on, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me." It seemed like he was angry, like he was reassuring himself, there were all kinds of emotions.

She bared her teeth in anger: "You bastard, what kind of blue-faced person are you? Does it have nothing to do with you whether I live or die? Huh, I took care of you most of the night for nothing last night."

He looked at her vaguely: "You took care of me most of the night?"

She rolled her eyes and expressed her merit: "If you don't look at how tall and strong you are, then look at my small body. How did I get you into the house and onto the bed when you were so drunk...cough

...Ahem..." The words were a bit ambiguous, and she choked.

"Then what?" His expression was not confused, but cute.
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