When I was young, I fantasized about the comfortable fairy tales of princes and princesses. I imagine that the perfect man will show off his infatuation to others in front of everyone.
A little older, I think it's realistic, there is a person who is not so handsome, but regards me as the jewel in his palm, and allows me to punch and kick in various ways, unruly and willful. It turned out that all the feelings are an exchange of each other, although none of us directly said it in reality.
Afterwards, he told himself that someone helped him take care of everything in the world, those philistine eyes. The tedious life and the vulgar life are far away from themselves. The other party had better build a castle for himself, so as to isolate himself from everything around him, as well as all ugly natures. It turned out that it was the braided girl, and the one who built the castle for her was a witch.
The heroine lies on the bed with the disabled man. That's not your best time. And when I was at my best, you didn't even look at me once.
People here are fat and stupid, and you are beautiful and successful.
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