This is not a story, it is something that happened to me all the time. The protagonist must be me. The second male, the third male and the fourth... To male N should be my countless "boyfriends". The male partners change at any time (maybe because I am a promiscuous person?), So there are basically no heartbreaking love stories in this article. In fact, I don't know if such a large group of men are considered my male supporters. I don't know the specific reasons, so just listen to me and keep a running account. Yes, I don't have any literary talent, so it should be just like keeping a running account.