"Don't wash your wounds with alcohol, you bitch."
"Who will use alcohol to clean a wound? They are used to scratch the mouth. Your wound is not a big wound, we will give you some potion."
Kaan said, and he approached me and gently touched the corners of my mouth with his cotton wool hand, muttering.
"You this aunt, we have not said many times? Don't always pursue a girl, take a good look at whether she has a boyfriend, and often hurt you."
In this way, I began to complain, and I guessed it myself. I have not been beaten by the girl who is chatting, and I have been beaten by the girl who is chatting. As for the previous one, yes, that one, I didn't know I already had a girlfriend, so I missed it. But I didn't care too much, because my eyes were always fixed on the face of the other pers
