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The female teacher I had a crush on earlier spat downstairs, and I ran over and caught it. It happened to fall into my mouth, sweet and smooth, crystal clear. I quickly gave a thumbs-up and praised: Good phlegm! Good phlegm!! The female teacher blushed and gave me a charming smile. She shyly walked away, holding the textbook in her hands. "Teacher!" Your phlegm! The teacher glanced back with a smile: "It's your phlegm~" The classmates nearby cast envious glances, while I held my head high and strode toward the classroom, hiding my merits and fame... Walking into the classroom, I was still savoring the sputum. It had a faint fragrance—sweet but not greasy, greasy but not greasy. With a "gulp," I greedily swallowed it. Suddenly, I realized the teacher's phlegm was truly special—not only sweet, but also very chewy! It could be chewed slowly like gum, the more flavorful it became. When I was about to swallow it, I gulped down and couldn't swallow it. Sigh, the phlegm was so pusy and sweet, I couldn't bite through it~
The principal just came out from the beautiful female teacher; that might not necessarily be phlegm.
I wouldn't have known if you hadn't said it. By the way, I haven't played on Qzone for a long time either.
Nowadays, women, in their teens, haven't even fully developed yet, but they've already been deflowered; by their twenties, they have no idea how many men they've been with, nor how many people they've called 'husband.' Yet they keep shouting that there are no good men in this world, no true love. To such women, I only want to say: please add me on QQ!
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