"I didn't say you have any responsibility, because your responsibility is to sit here, in front of me, let me see your face, let me see that you are protected from social atrocities in today's world. Is this harder than topless in front of others, or do you want to wear that damn dress?"
He shook her angrily. She is a witch, witch, let him open his mouth and tell his inner thoughts. She left him no choice.
She's a problem. . . A problem he can't eliminate for a second. . .
"But I want to know what my duty is. I want to trade my work for money, not myself for money." The tone is full of grievances.
"Although I only went to high school, I have great dignity. If I had other choices, I would never betray myself."
Marco exhaled from his heavy, wavy lips and gazed deeply into his big, beaut
