Mutang never thought about love at all.
Although her daily life is basically spent watching other people's love stories,
The more love stories he read, the more Mutang felt that it was impossible for him to have love.
She has no looks, no talent, and no virtue.
Like many girls who are bored and empty, Mutang also loves to daydream.
But every time her daydream was halfway through, Mutang couldn't dream anymore.
In the daydream, in the end, only the name Mutang was the same as hers, and the rest had nothing to do with her.
Every time she would stubbornly put her own shadow on that beautiful Mutang, but every time the beautiful Mutang had her shadow, it was like a pot of fragrant rice porridge mixed with a mouse droppings, and just one drop ruined everything.
In the end, even if she were the god of her fantasy world, she couldn't make people drink white porridge mixed with rat droppings.
Maybe some people don't hate rat poop, but no one likes rat poop.
What's more, no one wants to eat rat droppings.
If someone really wants to eat the rat shit that is Mutang, then that person is a pervert!
Mutang thought angrily.
I won't fall in love with a pervert.