At a Hanfu club event, he wore a chest-high ruqun and was mistaken for a girl by a few thugs, who cornered him at a street entrance. In seconds, he hiked up his skirt and taught them a lesson. Afterward, looking at the thugs lying on the ground and groaning, he still wasn't satisfied. He gave one of them another kick. “Seriously, if you wanted to fight, couldn't you have picked another day? It took me an hour to put my hair up.” Suddenly, a quiet laugh came from behind him. “Looks like you don't need my help.” He turned around. Holy crap, wasn't that the heartthrob who lived downstairs from him? In an instant, he channeled Lin Daiyu and weakly toppled into the heartthrob's arms. “Um, I twisted my ankle during the fight. Could you take me home?”
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Crab likes it. This article is an expansion of a paragraph from the copywriter. It was originally intended to be a short story.
Great work, great writing! It's just that it's a bit short, and the plot at the end feels a bit rushed. But, it's so sweet! Cookies.