Random 他 Sounds
He emits a sense of authority, his presence undeniable. "他讓你" his command cutting through the air like a sharp blade. There's a hint of bitterness in the way he speaks, a lingering resentment just beneath the surface. "他的灰有點臭" his ashes leaving a foul stench in their wake, a reminder of the destruction he has caused. Yet, despite it all, there is a magnetic pull towards him, a strange allure that cannot be easily dismissed. "他是我的" he whispers, claiming ownership over me in a way that sends shivers down my spine. The sound of his departure echoes in my ears, a cacophony of agony and despair. "他走的非常非常的痛" his leaving so excruciatingly painful, a searing ache that lingers long after he's gone. There's a finality to his absence, a void that cannot be filled. "他在那最後的時刻" his presence fading slowly, slipping away like sand through fingertips. The memory of him lingers, a ghost of what once was. A sudden realization washes over me, a sense of clarity amidst the chaos. "他媽超有錢" his mother's wealth a stark reminder of the privilege he possesses. It colors every aspect of his life, a shield against the harsh realities of the world. "他只是贏了" he didn't earn his success, it was handed to him on a silver platter. Yet, despite it all, he remains oblivious to the struggles of those around him. His gaze is fixed on me, a piercing intensity that sends a chill down my spine. "他在盯著我" his eyes boring into mine, searching for something he cannot name. There's a hunger in his gaze, a desire that borders on obsession. "他" he whispers, his voice barely a breath against my skin. I can feel the weight of his stare, a heavy burden that I cannot shake off. The laughter that fills the air is tinged with malice, a cruel mockery of my pain. "他已經剩粉了" he taunts, reveling in my suffering. His laughter is like a knife twisting in my gut, a sharp reminder of his cruelty. "他只是" he chuckles, a coldness in his eyes that chills me to the bone. I am at his mercy, a puppet on his strings. He tastes like sin, a forbidden pleasure that I cannot resist. "他被我舔到不要不要的" his flavor intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and danger. I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing the inevitable destruction that awaits. "他的名子～" his name a whispered prayer on my lips, a mantra that I cannot escape. His touch leaves me craving more, a hunger that cannot be sated. His words are like a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of his betrayal. "他的" the weight of his lies heavy on my soul, a burden that I cannot bear. There's a sadness in his voice, a regret that hangs in the air like a dark cloud. "他的那些" his secrets unraveling before me, a tangled web of deceit that threatens to consume us both. The sound of his labor is a symphony of dedication and perseverance. "他在工作" his hands moving with precision, a mastery of his craft that is both mesmerizing and terrifying. There's a fierceness in his eyes, a determination that cannot be quelled. "他媽超屌" his mother's influence evident in every stroke, a testament to the legacy he carries. He is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, a mystery that I cannot solve. "他很~奇~異~" his strangeness a source of both fascination and fear. There's a darkness in his soul, a shadow that lurks just beneath the surface. "他對著你笑，笑到你心裡發寒" his smile sends a shiver down my spine, a chill that seeps into my very core. I am drawn to him, helpless against his charm. The chaos that surrounds us is a whirlwind of emotions and conflicts. "他們在混ㄟ" their voices a cacophony of anger and fear, a storm brewing on the horizon. There's a sense of impending doom, a certainty that cannot be denied. "他死定了他" his fate sealed by his own actions, a tragic inevitability. Yet, there's a flicker of hope, a glimmer of redemption that refuses to be extinguished. "他還沒死啦" his defiance echoing in the silence, a testament to his strength. The curse on his lips is a damning testament to his frustration. "他媽的" his anger palpable in the air, a raw power that cannot be contained. There's a fire in his eyes, a rage that threatens to consume everything in its path. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, there's a glimmer of something beautiful, a hope that refuses to be extinguished. You can play and download these sounds here.
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Random 他 Sounds

He emits a sense of authority, his presence undeniable. "他讓你" his command cutting through the air like a sharp blade. There's a hint of bitterness in the way he speaks, a lingering resentment just beneath the surface. "他的灰有點臭" his ashes leaving a foul stench in their wake, a reminder of the destruction he has caused. Yet, despite it all, there is a magnetic pull towards him, a strange allure that cannot be easily dismissed. "他是我的" he whispers, claiming ownership over me in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

The sound of his departure echoes in my ears, a cacophony of agony and despair. "他走的非常非常的痛" his leaving so excruciatingly painful, a searing ache that lingers long after he's gone. There's a finality to his absence, a void that cannot be filled. "他在那最後的時刻" his presence fading slowly, slipping away like sand through fingertips. The memory of him lingers, a ghost of what once was.

A sudden realization washes over me, a sense of clarity amidst the chaos. "他媽超有錢" his mother's wealth a stark reminder of the privilege he possesses. It colors every aspect of his life, a shield against the harsh realities of the world. "他只是贏了" he didn't earn his success, it was handed to him on a silver platter. Yet, despite it all, he remains oblivious to the struggles of those around him.

His gaze is fixed on me, a piercing intensity that sends a chill down my spine. "他在盯著我" his eyes boring into mine, searching for something he cannot name. There's a hunger in his gaze, a desire that borders on obsession. "他" he whispers, his voice barely a breath against my skin. I can feel the weight of his stare, a heavy burden that I cannot shake off.

The laughter that fills the air is tinged with malice, a cruel mockery of my pain. "他已經剩粉了" he taunts, reveling in my suffering. His laughter is like a knife twisting in my gut, a sharp reminder of his cruelty. "他只是" he chuckles, a coldness in his eyes that chills me to the bone. I am at his mercy, a puppet on his strings.

He tastes like sin, a forbidden pleasure that I cannot resist. "他被我舔到不要不要的" his flavor intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and danger. I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing the inevitable destruction that awaits. "他的名子～" his name a whispered prayer on my lips, a mantra that I cannot escape. His touch leaves me craving more, a hunger that cannot be sated.

His words are like a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of his betrayal. "他的" the weight of his lies heavy on my soul, a burden that I cannot bear. There's a sadness in his voice, a regret that hangs in the air like a dark cloud. "他的那些" his secrets unraveling before me, a tangled web of deceit that threatens to consume us both.

The sound of his labor is a symphony of dedication and perseverance. "他在工作" his hands moving with precision, a mastery of his craft that is both mesmerizing and terrifying. There's a fierceness in his eyes, a determination that cannot be quelled. "他媽超屌" his mother's influence evident in every stroke, a testament to the legacy he carries.

He is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, a mystery that I cannot solve. "他很~奇~異~" his strangeness a source of both fascination and fear. There's a darkness in his soul, a shadow that lurks just beneath the surface. "他對著你笑，笑到你心裡發寒" his smile sends a shiver down my spine, a chill that seeps into my very core. I am drawn to him, helpless against his charm.

The chaos that surrounds us is a whirlwind of emotions and conflicts. "他們在混ㄟ" their voices a cacophony of anger and fear, a storm brewing on the horizon. There's a sense of impending doom, a certainty that cannot be denied. "他死定了他" his fate sealed by his own actions, a tragic inevitability. Yet, there's a flicker of hope, a glimmer of redemption that refuses to be extinguished. "他還沒死啦" his defiance echoing in the silence, a testament to his strength.

The curse on his lips is a damning testament to his frustration. "他媽的" his anger palpable in the air, a raw power that cannot be contained. There's a fire in his eyes, a rage that threatens to consume everything in its path. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, there's a glimmer of something beautiful, a hope that refuses to be extinguished.

You can play and download these sounds here.