I have had a face like a man since I was a child. If it were handsome, I might be quite happy, but I have the kind of face that you would never find on the street. People say that when God closes a door, he will open a window for you. This saying has always been true for me. Apart from my strange appearance, I am a good boy with a happy family at home, and a good student with excellent grades and good character in school.
He has been as cute and beautiful as a doll since he was a child. As he grows older, the development of a boy is normal, but this face looks more and more feminine! The thing I hate the most in my life is to be praised by others: So beautiful! Like girls. . . "I'm a boy, a real boy! Don't use those ridiculous adjectives to describe me! If you say that again, I will definitely make you look good!"
When such a woman meets such a man, what will happen to love?
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