I feel that the most famous time that happened in the school dormitory was when our dormitory manager broke up with her boyfriend. Their boyfriends. We couldn't accept it for a long time, went back to the dormitory and drank a lot of wine, and then we were in a daze. I cried badly. No way, let's play this again. The man took it back at that time, and the man didn't agree to get back together, and then we all gave it to him. She knelt down to apologize. Then she agreed. Find our sister and get back together with him. That night. He just stayed with him. Live in his bed. None of us girls dare to sleep. We just thought. This woman seems to have lost a lot of weight. Then this man told the story. The whole thing is our own. Boyfriend, I know, this thing makes me feel embarrassed. If we all stew, we will be sad and scolded. We were ashamed of ourselves later. Boyfriends are not unaccustomed, but accustomed to others. Really lost, we. A girl's face. Besides, you can't find someone? You can't live here at night! Wait for us, who didn't dare to sleep? This incident is fresh in my memory. Don't even think about it. That sounds horrific. Losing face is a disgrace. If you think like me, adopt!