The Boy I Raised
Language: en
My fiancé always targets the poor boy I sponsor. Pushed back, the boy stumbled, his eyes full of fear and innocence. "Sister, it's my fault for being clumsy and making your boyfriend angry again." Suddenly, floating comments appeared before my eyes. [Listen to him lie. Just now he provoked your boyfriend: 'Can an old man pushing thirty even satisfy my sister?'] [Who are you? Just a toy she plays with when she's drunk.] [You can tolerate that without hitting me? Are you even a man?] My pupils quaked in disbelief. Who knew that one day, the poor student would actually climb into my…