My brother is a sex brain and thinks that all the girls he talks to like him.
He works as a porter in a hotel to carry people's luggage. Just because a female guest politely thanks him, he is sure that the guest likes him. That night, I would place candles in front of the hotel to publicly declare my love to her. I thought it was ridiculous, so I tried to persuade him to give up. Later, the female guest got married in the hotel, and the flowing banquet alone took three days and three nights, not to mention the tens of millions in dowry.
My brother rushed into the school and stabbed me to death while I was still in class. "If it weren't for you, I would be a multimillionaire now." When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn to the day when he was going to confess his love.
