I wonder if the dazzling neon lights of this sleepless city remember that a group of girls once lived here, real and passionate. This is the true story of the lives of lesbian women in Shanghai, hidden among the crowds. I'll bet five mao this is the poorest, unluckiest, most hard-up lesbian family in the world. Poor but sweet, and the fluff is so delicious! Love is love
Chen Ran somehow got roped into Dong Ci's scheme. Not only did she say yes to the proposal, she also impulsively started living with her after the wedding. People say, "Dating and marriage are two different things," and the people are right! How did I never notice she had so many bad habits before we moved in together? Is it too late to return her now? That's what Chen Ran said, puffed up like a pufferfish, after Dong Ci once again tried to get out of doing the dishes by acting cute.
Chen Ran: "We agreed before moving in together: one of us cooks, the other does the dishes. I cooked, and now you're trying to wriggle out of your turn!"
Dong Ci: "...Then we could... get takeout!"
Chen Ran: "You are not getting out of doing the dishes."
The next day, Dong Ci said, "Honey, I have something to tell you. Promise you won't get mad first."
Lin Ran: "All right, I won't get mad. What is it?"
Dong Ci: "I bought a dishwasher."
Chen Ran: "...What?!"
A programmer top and a new-media content manager bottom. The women in this story may be just like everyone else, living real lives right there among us.
The relationship between the two pairs is so real. Will the author come back for more updates? Want to see the follow-up
Well, touch it! It's too real. Their personalities are not suitable for each other. They are in conflict with each other!!
The author who is really full of the desire to survive has something to say. In a trance, the master rushes to the duck!
It's a sweet article! It's true!!!
This!! Real! It's a sweet article!!!
It's a sweet article!!! So sweet and real, it makes me want to cry
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jinjiang finally let me in!!!
Oh sweet! Come on!
. . . Why does the woo woo cat have to be cold qaq