Мой первый муж после переселения душ

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The ladyboy took the magazine and flipped through it again, then casually said to me, "Just imagine it yourself. By the way, where are you going?"

I leaned against the soft blanket, staring at the roof of the car, studying the glittering objects on it: "Let's go to the food street."

Upon hearing this, the transvestite frowned and said, "Why are you going there again? Green Robe Alley is a den of iniquities and not suitable for you."

"I don't mind, as long as it suits me." The thing on my head looks like a diamond!

"How about we go to Changhua?"

"Then we might as well go to the red-light district." Just go wherever I tell you to go, stop talking so much nonsense.

"Let's go to Qingyi Alley instead!"

I won't feel at ease until I give you a multiple-choice question. I continued looking up at the stars on the car roof; they must be diamonds, I'm going to put them back and hide them.

"Young Master has arrived."

The ladyboy helped me out of the car and carried me to a small, dilapidated vehicle. Several people then carried the old man around the streets.

It's so nice here, lots of people and it's lively. "I want to eat fried cakes." They look so pretty!

The transvestite shook her head: "No, it's too greasy, and it's not good for your recovery."

"I don't care, I want to eat." I'm a patient, I can eat whatever I want.

The transvestite walked straight ahead without looking to the side: "No means no."

"I won't leave if you don't let me eat."

The transgender person looked at me and said, "You don't need to walk. Someone will carry you. Don't stop, keep going."

"Yes, young master!"

Waaah! "I want steamed buns." These aren't oily.

"No." Still not enough!

"W--H--Y?"

"What?"

I yelled in his ear, "Why!"

"The contents inside are unsanitary."

"I'm not afraid of getting sick."

"Your brother is scared, so don't cause him any more trouble. It's best not to eat it."

I glared at him through gritted teeth. "Can't I at least have some water?"

After thinking for a moment, the transvestite turned around and said, "Su Yin, go to the car and get the water."

Waaaaah! What am I doing out here?! "I want to go back!" I snapped.

"You won't go shopping anymore."

"If you can't eat anything, what are you going to do!"

The transvestite glanced at the increasingly lively crowd, frowning his dignified brows: "Let's go, and you should come to places like this less often in the future."

My tooth root hurts! Those awful transvestites! I'm going to go home and start writing a piece called "The Secret of Why Transvestites Can't Get Married".

I carried half of his belongings from the carriage and made him carry them on his back.

Su Yin looked at me unhappily, but I didn't even glance at him. What could a mere lackey do to me?

The transvestite asked, "What are you going to do with so much?"

Adding weight. "I want to collect some of your things so I can look at them when I miss you."

"You don't need to bring the saddle either."

I hugged the heavy item that I had finally managed to remove and said firmly, "I'll take it."

"Okay, you carry it." The transvestite carried me on his back, but it was clearly not as easy as when we left.

I'd rather flatten you.

"Xiao Yi! What are you doing!" Who called me! I looked up from among the many things and said in confusion, "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Look at yourself! Get down here!"

"No."

The mother smiled kindly at the transvestite: "Young Master Su, thank you for your trouble. This brat is just being disobedient. You can leave him here, and I'll help him inside."

I freed one hand to put it around the transgender person's neck: "Mother, I'm very ill, I can't help you back."

My mother leaned closer to me and pinched me when I wasn't looking, whispering, "You'd better get down here, or I'll tell Zimo that you were faking your illness."

How can you say I'm faking illness! I'm really sick! My scars prove it!

"Young Master Su, please put him down."

"No, I love it when Yao Yao carries me on her back."

The transvestite smirked and said to my mother, "Fifteenth Aunt, it's better if I carry him in."