Song Heli had been a little tyrant in her city, used to doing whatever she pleased, ever since she was a child.
Then one day, a rather handsome man appeared on the road and stopped her.
Song Heli was confused. What, just because you're dressed in white, you think you can be someone's pretty boy? Song Heli considered herself a law-abiding, upstanding citizen, so she promptly had him thrown in jail.
"You'd better behave yourself in there and turn over a new leaf, understand? You're so young and already trying to be someone's pretty boy. If this goes on, you'll corrupt the whole moral climate of society."
"I mean, I want to be yours."
Clang!
"You dare say you want to be my pretty boy again, and I'll beat you to death. I've got connections. If you don't behave, I'll have them keep you locked up. Got that?"
The man in the cell looked at the enormous iron ladle in her hand and didn't dare say a word.
