Joan once fantasized about having her own dream about glass slippers, just like every teenage girl.
The man drove an unparalleled luxury car, wore a slim-fitting black dress, and walked up to her with slender straight legs. He stood in front of her, his deep brows and eyes full of tenderness, hugged her affectionately, kissed her lingeringly, and expressed his longing for her...
Then, the two intertwined their fingers, entered the sacred marriage hall together, and lived a happy (sexual) life...
However, the opposite happened. In reality───
Sheldon, wearing a red tights from The Flash, ran up to her with a cheerful look on his face, stood in front of her with a solemn face, stretched out his right hand, gave himself a cartoon knife, and said, "I want to eat orange chicken nuggets."
After saying that, he took her left hand and forced her into the kitchen.
From then on, she lived a troubled life that was so heartbreaking that she couldn't bear to die...
Your sister! Depend on! And the Flash tights! This kind of self-cultivation is not that kind of self-cultivation! Do you understand? I want a suit! A suit!
I can't help it! Mr cooper! Please reproduce yourself!