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I froze in place, as if all my strength had been sucked out of me.

Are all men really the same?

Eating in the bowl and looking at the pot?

Even Kang Zeyu?

But in the past, had he been faking his obsession with cleanliness?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. My chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool, making it hard for me to breathe.

I didn't want to listen any longer