When I was in college, I dated a guy from the police academy.
The little brother is 18cm tall, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and eight-pack abs. He has a cool temperament and is breathtakingly handsome.
We talked for more than two years, and he taught me the law for more than two years.
When going out to eat, he said: "Article 60 of the Criminal Law stipulates..."
I wanted to hold a little hand and kiss a little mouth while he explained criminal psychology to me.
I had no choice but to force myself to sleep with him.
After sleeping on his front legs, he runs off on his back legs.
It was as if the world had evaporated and there was no news.
I have been looking for him for a long time, and I have never recovered since then. I no longer believe in love.
The sisters in the dormitory comforted me: "Sure enough, handsome guys are all scumbags! Be good and don't cry. I have never slept with a few scumbags in my life. Let's keep up the good work, sleep with a few more, and collect the seven dragon balls to summon the dragon. Bah! He's a good husband."
Is there anything so comforting?
I howled and cried for my dead love.
Until later, I met Huang Mao, who looked exactly like my scumbag ex-boyfriend, and I sincerely sighed: Fate is unpredictable. Without me, the little brother from the 184 police academy turned into Huang Mao.
Determination: I swear to follow you but forever