My Iyashikei Game Chapter 973: Nightmare Not Like Nightmare

“Coffee, cigarette, and alcohol are bitter, so why are they so addicting? One is tortured by love, but one is willing to get injured again and again. Why?”

Zhang Mingli drove the car and smoked the cigarette. This was a madman who burned down his house and cursed non-stop, but as they neared the destination, he became so silent.

“The first love ruined my anticipation for love. It hurt me but made me realistic. Who wasn’t young once?

“I was thinking too much from the beginning. When you start to picture love in a perfect manner, you have already lost it.

“There are too many things in love to ruin love. Love doesn’t need a reason, but you need to do a lot to maintain love.

“How would someone like me, who loved with nothing but passion, know how to maintain love? I eventually lost her because the passion died off.

“Fuck. I digress again.” Zhang Mingli looked straight ahead. There was no light. He had been relying on the GPS. In a way, he hadn’t changed over the years. He was still the man who loved with a passion.

“I believe true love should go both ways.” Han Fei looked at his hands. “How should I put it? It’s like she is the best chef, and I’m the best ingredient. I’m willing to be her feast on the table and finally be a part of her.”

“I think you may have a bigger problem than Teacher Zhang.” Huang Yin sighed. There were three people inside the car, but two of them were not right.

“You have eleven girlfriends. Are you really willing to be served at their dining table?” Zhang Mingli thought Han Fei disrespected love.

“How did you know that I haven’t? I was helpless on the table, but something happened. They entered my body and united with me.” Han Fei didn’t go into details.

“Did you eat them?!”

The car became silent. They listened to soft songs.

“What do you think love is?” Han Fei shattered the silence.

“Don’t look at me. I temporarily have no plans for romance.” Huang Yin shook his head. He didn’t want to get involved. He still remembered the Pure Hatred who stalked around with table knives.

“Love

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