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... ding the donkey… riding a donkey… my… my butt… it hurts…”
Initially, under the tribe’s “three leaders,” led by the Divine Child, Mao intended to grit his teeth and accept this overwhelming love.
But thinking back to the last time he rode a donkey, and recalling the soul-piercing discomfort, Mao still mustered the courage to refuse—and he explained why.
“My butt hurts?”
Hearing Mao’s reason, Han Cheng froze for a moment. How could riding a donkey hurt one’s butt? < ...
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