I've recently gotten a boyfriend.
My boyfriend is very... beautiful. I know that much.
Yes, you read that right: beautiful. That face and figure look stunning whether he's dressed as a man or a woman. He's so beautiful it's enough to make everyone else feel irrelevant.
But strangely, the people around me don't like him. Sometimes they even say cruel things to him. Luckily, I catch them and put a stop to it every time, but there are always moments when I can't keep an eye on him. I'm worried, so I bought him a house right next door to mine.
I really don't get it. Why would my friends hate someone as heavenly beautiful as him, who's also gentle, considerate, and good at meeting people's emotional needs?
My friends all say I'm too good to him.
Huh? Am I? All I do is take his side whenever you beat him up, comfort him, and then give him a hundred thousand yuan.
You call that being good to him?
Besides, he comes from a poor family. His dad drinks too much, his mom gambles, and his younger siblings are still in school. Isn't it perfectly reasonable for me to take care of a broken man like him?
Can't you be a little more generous? Anyway, I have to go back and keep him company after I finish this drink.
Oh, you want to know why I'm keeping him company?
He says his new house is too big and he's scared.
A beautiful, calculating gong with a thousand schemes, who spends all 365 days of the year conforming to beauty standards and is even more shameless about it than anyone else VS a simple-minded, rich, generous shou who's the embodiment of a saintly savior and a total face-con.
The main story is told in third person.
Just writing something fun. Don't take it too seriously.
Theme: Darling, love needs equality and sincerity.
