Brothers, last night my buddy Lao Li told me about his bizarre experience of falling in love, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud after hearing it.

He was on a dinner date with a female netizen, who initiated the plan, and she ordered a dozen oysters right away. Lao Li thought there was a chance tonight, so he went all out and drank quite a bit with her.
But the trouble started with—those fatty intestines in the spicy hotpot weren’t clean.
They took a walk to the riverbank, the atmosphere was just right, and the girl leaned over, resting her hand on his shoulder. Lao Li was about to pull back when suddenly his stomach made a loud “gurgling” sound, like boiling water.
He clenched his teeth and endured it, pretending to look at his phone. The girl got closer and closer, and he grew more anxious the longer he held it in. Finally, he couldn’t hold back and quietly said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Then he squatted in the public restroom for half an hour.
When he returned, the girl was still sitting on the bench waiting for him, her expression changing from anticipation to worry. She asked, “Are you okay?”
Lao Li said he was fine, just a bit uncomfortable in his stomach. The girl was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, “Maybe… we should rest at the nearby hotel?”
Lao Li’s face turned pale—not out of shyness, but because he was afraid of another attack on the way home. He quickly waved his hand and said, “No, no, I’ll just take you home first.”
The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled, a very gentle smile.
The next day, she sent Lao Li a message: “You’re the most reliable guy I’ve ever met. Last night, even though everything happened, you didn’t touch me. Let’s be together.”
Lao Li looked at his phone, gently touched his still slightly painful stomach, and replied with one word: “Okay.”
Sometimes, you don’t do anything not because you’re noble, but simply because you’re just not capable.
Now every time the girl praises his self-control, he silently remembers that bowl of intestines.
He still hasn’t dared to tell her the truth.
You tell me, is this considered marriage deception?