One day, I was very tired, and I said to God, please give me a boyfriend.
God said Amitabha, snapped his fingers, and then my boyfriend appeared.
He is 170cm tall!
Me: Can it be 185?
God: Please face your own height
He is dressed normally!
Me: Shouldn't he be a tyrant or a rich second generation?
God: Please face your own appearance and talent.
Me: Then at least he looks better...
God: Please open your own wallet, poor guy!
Me: I asked you to give me a boyfriend, not to quarrel with me. Don't rely on your own emptiness to think that I don't dare to deal with you!
The voice of God also began to become ethereal: my wish has been fulfilled, and there is no after-sales service.
-----I am the dividing line-----
1v1, light-hearted romance, sandy and heartwarming
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Purpose: Encourage legal love