"Forget it, let me do it." Shi chenhua couldn't take it anymore and said to Zhuo fanglin.
"Oh." Zhuo fanglin also felt that something was amiss. When he saw other people's actions, he felt his blood boiling. Why did it feel like he was scratching an itch through his shoes when it was his turn? it was as if he was lacking something, and it wasn't satisfying enough.
"It's just beating people up. You must enjoy it to your heart's content. You must let the other party feel the greatest pain. You must make him unable to forget it for the rest of his life." Shi chenhua began to tell deception, no, deception.
As Shi chenhua spoke, he recalled his tragic past, and his gaze became more and more distant. He was really speaking emotionally.
