It is not necessary to be really kindhearted, just looks good is enough for us.
[We don't need to be truly kind, just looking kind is enough.
——From Uncle Dong
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In Quan Zhilong's memory, Song Souna has always had a very fixed image, that is, a female gangster.
This female hooligan always wears a pair of large printed pants, her hair as smooth as seaweed is tied into a ponytail on the back of her head, and she runs rampant in his territory with a popsicle in her mouth.
This female gangster could roll off her bed while asleep, and roll onto his bed in the middle of the night!
This female gangster always drags him back when he rushes out of the door every morning and presses him against the dining table to watch him finish his breakfast obediently.
This female gangster takes a bath whenever she likes, brushes her teeth when she likes, and goes to the toilet when she likes it. She never cares about him taking a bath, brushing his teeth, and going to the toilet in the bathroom!
Therefore, Quan Zhilong wanted to say: "Are you a woman who has no face, no skin, and no lower limit?"
Song Xiuna scratched her forehead, looked blankly at the TV screen that was playing advertisements, and said to herself: "Huh? Why do I seem to hear someone saying that I have no shame, no skin, no limits..."
Quan Zhilong: "..."
[Really unorthodox copywriting]
Eight-year-old Quan Zhilong met 11-year-old Song Xiuna. From then on, his life seemed to have been blown by a roaring and whistling Hainan-specific hurricane, blowing everything about him to pieces.
When the eighteen-year-old Quan Zhilong met the 21-year-old Song Xiuna, he could not help but think of Song Xiuna a long time ago, her delicate yet stubborn face, and her warm smile like the soft sunshine in June.
G-Dragon ten years ago thought Song Souna was cute, but G-Dragon ten years later felt that he should hate Song Souna.
Quan Zhilong buried his head in the soft goose feather pillow and thought painfully - it turns out that ten years can change a person to this state. Ten years ago, Song Xiuna would not run around in flowery underwear. Ten years ago, Song Xiuna would not think that violence can solve all problems. Ten years ago, Song Xiuna would not occupy his snack cabinet and destroy the precious snacks he had hidden for so long in just one morning...