Lisa, though thinking this way, leaned against the doorway, and after a while, she gave up with a sigh, resigning herself to meticulously taping over the floor of the dining area and its surroundings once more.*Oh well, I guess as a die-hard face enthusiast, I owe him for his looks. Who can blame me when that man is so handsome?*She sighed heavily as she taped, imagining how she wouldn't be able to bear it if he got hurt by stepping on something, and would probably end up blaming herself again.*Lisa didn't want to repeat such a humiliating scene.*Gritting her teeth, she asked herself, "Can good looks really get you away with anything?""Absolutely!""Can good looks make everything forgivable?"Gritting her teeth again, Lisa replied, "Damn right, they can."After cleaning up, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking at her half-ruined makeup in the full-length mirror. She felt both wronged and frustrated.*Whatever, I guess I have no one to blame but myself for poison
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