Yang Xiaoyu stared at the man lying in the entrance hall, smelling of alcohol and having sex all the time, and felt the urge to hold his forehead.
Sure enough, to hell with first impressions and all that!
Yang Xiaoyu recalled the painting he had drawn in a daze. The protagonist in the painting was the man in front of him. Then he looked at the drunk man. Hey, the difference was too big. Although the man in the painting...
Yang Xiaoyu sighed, lowered himself to lift the drunken man up, and walked to the bedroom. At this moment, there were only two words that could express his mood: evil fate!
In short: The whole process of transforming a ruffian into a loyal dog!