The man I like must be tall, handsome, gentle, love me, and respect me, just like a British gentleman. This is the prince charming that Yang Qing fantasized about throughout her junior high school girlhood.
When she was bored and dazed in class, Yang Qing would always hold her chin in her hands, look at the tall poplar trees outside the window, and picture in her mind a male god like the male protagonist in the comics, who would appear at the door of the classroom and take her to play with him. He blinded all the teenagers in the class. My partner will definitely crush the crooked little boys in his class and make those stinky little girls envious!
The reality is that Yang Qing is just a naive girl with ordinary appearance, unsatisfactory results no matter how hard she works, and 250-year-old holiday myopia. A few years later, Mr. Right appeared. He was a melancholic, sinister and abstinent man. Oh my God! I want a pretty boy to flirt with and amuse my eyes. How can I replace this little wolfdog?