Cactus

Literary version: If you're a cactus, who is the desert waiting six years for you to bloom?

Lighthearted version: "Hello, I'm the Matchmaker. Congratulations, you are the 999th lucky VIP female guest. You are now entering the automated voice system: For a male confidant, press 1. For lots of handsome men, press 2. For a husband who's both a second-generation official and a rich heir, press 3. For a loyal puppy and warm bedmate, press 4. For a lifelong free servant, press 5. To try forbidden love, press 6. To try an NP relationship, press 7. To be loved by everyone, make flowers bloom wherever you go, and make cars burst their tires when they see you, press 8. For a legal one-wife-many-husbands arrangement, press 9. For all of the above, press 0. Thank you for your cooperation."

Dialogue version: "I hate my name, my face, my body, everything. They doom me to an ordinary life from birth."

"I love you. I love your name, your smile, your body, and everything about you."

In a nutshell: A pure, sophisticated □□ story that ensnares all the lonely second-generation officials, wealthy heirs, and princelings!

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Every woman will have two men in her life: one who stays in her memories, forever cherished, and one who shares the everyday necessities of life with her for the rest of it. P.S. This is the blurb for my new story. Click here to go straight to it.

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