Jingjing

The school bully who had tormented me for more than ten years later said he liked me. He said, “Qian Jing, we grew up together. Marry me, and the two of us can be happy for the rest of our lives.” Looking at the indulgent smile on his face, I silently took the pepper spray out of my backpack. See? I knew every cent I spent on that spray was worth it.