First, among Black people only the ones from the Democratic Republic of the Congo are especially big; the rest are about the same size as Asians.
Second, what does how I’m feeling have to do with you? I heard things that everyone in the circle has been talking about, and I got curious and asked you—if you feel triggered, if you feel ashamed, then don’t do it! You do it and then you still don’t want people to talk?
Third, you’re already in your forties—an old hand—yet you still fantasize that you’re some young girl? You’ve got a mouth full of E. coli; even with beauty filters, your old-woman face still can’t be hidden. You want more? You keep daydreaming—you really think you’ve got the kind of good genes like Jing Tian?
Fourth, you even bring up other people’s eggs—talking about Jing Tian’s eggs—haven’t you already hit menopause, auntie?
Fifth, the one fantasizing is you. Everyone is just discussing the fact that you were turned into a big-dyed vat because those “black devils” doused you. Let’s talk about it—just look at your own words. Don’t tell me you really think you’re some kind of rare delicacy, auntie?
Sixth, you said “fantasy” above. Or maybe you didn’t even say it was fantasy. If there’s a choice, I’d rather have Jing Tian use that nail clipper to trim Sun Ge’s nails. I absolutely would never get into your big-dyed vat.
Seventh, could you stop always fantasizing about other people fantasizing? Do you really think being part of a big-dyed vat with “black devils” is something particularly honorable?
Finally, let me explain to you: once you’re made into a big-dyed vat where multiple people “pile on and take turns,” I don’t know about other people, but in my eyes it’s no less disgusting than feces being poured and watered.
I actually didn’t want to say these things, because they’re too harsh and hurtful! But since you dared to start a group attack, I don’t really care.
Second, what does how I’m feeling have to do with you? I heard things that everyone in the circle has been talking about, and I got curious and asked you—if you feel triggered, if you feel ashamed, then don’t do it! You do it and then you still don’t want people to talk?
Third, you’re already in your forties—an old hand—yet you still fantasize that you’re some young girl? You’ve got a mouth full of E. coli; even with beauty filters, your old-woman face still can’t be hidden. You want more? You keep daydreaming—you really think you’ve got the kind of good genes like Jing Tian?
Fourth, you even bring up other people’s eggs—talking about Jing Tian’s eggs—haven’t you already hit menopause, auntie?
Fifth, the one fantasizing is you. Everyone is just discussing the fact that you were turned into a big-dyed vat because those “black devils” doused you. Let’s talk about it—just look at your own words. Don’t tell me you really think you’re some kind of rare delicacy, auntie?
Sixth, you said “fantasy” above. Or maybe you didn’t even say it was fantasy. If there’s a choice, I’d rather have Jing Tian use that nail clipper to trim Sun Ge’s nails. I absolutely would never get into your big-dyed vat.
Seventh, could you stop always fantasizing about other people fantasizing? Do you really think being part of a big-dyed vat with “black devils” is something particularly honorable?
Finally, let me explain to you: once you’re made into a big-dyed vat where multiple people “pile on and take turns,” I don’t know about other people, but in my eyes it’s no less disgusting than feces being poured and watered.
I actually didn’t want to say these things, because they’re too harsh and hurtful! But since you dared to start a group attack, I don’t really care.