My name is Ai Yu, and I like to drink a kind of milk tea called Aiyu. But obviously Zuo Zheng disdains me for drinking what girls like to drink. He always laughs at me, this person who is so evil that he should be sold to a brothel to experience the sorrow of the world, has a cold face, cold blood, and a cold heart.
But it's Zuozheng like this, why can't I look away when I see it.