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I am very helpless to my wife.
She is obviously the queen of singing, but she only likes to buy vegetables and cook for me.
She is obviously the goddess of the nation, but she just wants to be a good wife and mother.
Her fans send me blades every day, saying that I have delayed her, but I don’t want to!
It turns out that a wife who is too virtuous is also a burden?
Speaking of it, all the troubles of happiness originated from that night. I sat on the roof and sang “Rooftop”…
(No hostility, full of dog food)