It's an urban silly and sweet story about a little coffee shop maid (actually a part-time college student) who pursues the elegant uncle of a tailor shop (she is a grandpa at fifty-eight).
But the protagonist is actually a cat, which is the first-person "I". Hello everyone, my name is Phil, a white-and-white little raccoon slave from a Chinese countryside, age eleven, gender, father-in-law.
Don't think I'm old, but I keep up with the pulse of the times, so I need to make it clear that the little maid is the gong, and the old tailor is, ahem, the sufferer.
What? How do girls do it?
Ah, who said that in a relationship between men and women, the girl can't be the aggressor? Have men forgotten that their wives are in strict control? Spread hands
Oh, the story won't be very long. After all, I'm old and telling stories is very tiring, meow~~~
The story cannot be abused. If it is abused, what else will I do with it? Torturing yourself by recalling the past is not in line with the free-spirited personality of cats.
Okay, stop asking, let's get started!
Oh, P. S. Lei [young and old match], [female attacks male partner], [people allergic to cat hair] are not allowed to enter!
Exactly!
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