My Wife is a Hacker
Solomon was spending his days in a membership clubhouse, holding a glass of whiskey in his left hand and a pretty girl in his right, but he still felt empty inside.
He looked at the young face in front of him, but the woman with the cold and pretty face of yesterday kept flashing in his mind's eye, in which he saw her look at him with beautiful and sassy eyes, as if there was ice and brilliant lights in them. It made the woman in his arms suddenly feel uninteresting. This was probably the difference between mortal and heavenly women.
Had she not been uncooperative, he would not have thought of ruining her. 'How good it would be for her to be my woman, as I would treat her very well,' he thou
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