My name is Zhao Qingrou.
I don't know Yang Wanli, and my name has nothing to do with "silent spring water, silent stream, tree shade shining on the water, loving the clear and soft".
I am not a female literary youth.
The man sitting opposite me just now is my regular bed partner, He Jin, who I have known for more than ten years.
In the eyes of others, he is rich, handsome, considerate and passionate. Of course I am not someone else. In my opinion, he is willful, evil and simply unreasonable.
This terrible man, he is my best partner at work and the only reason I have been single for the past ten years.
The ending is tentatively decided, and the first person is not happy about it.