Anthomaniac? Say who? My eyes moved away from the funny scarf on him and moved to his face along with his sexy low voice. Well... The sky really closed its eyes, letting me bump into this guy who took full advantage of the golden section. Alas, why is it that every time I meet a top guy, he is either a transvestite or a guy who has done something wrong in his life? Not only did she not have romantic luck, she also knew that she was a engaged "married woman" since she was a child! Oh, my! I have wondered since I was a child whether I have traveled through time and encountered such an unexpected thing. I stared at this guy without moving, feeling sincerely that it was a pity for this guy to be a guy. Maybe I was so absorbed in sympathizing with his plight that I missed the look of anger, disdain and contempt in his eyes.
"Hey, you crazy nympho?!" It was such a sexy and low voice again. "Today is really bad! If you are a nymphomaniac, go home and do it!"
Tsk, isn't it just to take a look, why is it such a fuss? The sarcastic tone immediately pulled me out of male lust. My mother said it so classicly, "A man's appearance is often directly proportional to danger and inversely proportional to character." Humph, if you want me to keep my lady eye on you a few more times, I don't care about you anymore, lady! When I heard my aunt's shouting, I ran away.