After washing the dishes and wiping the table, Comrade Xia Ling can finally sit on the sofa and enjoy it. Comrade Li Shaoxia is watching a police movie. He is so focused that he doesn't even realize that Comrade Xia Ling's claws have landed on his shoulders. Comrade Xia Ling begins to appreciate it up close: the white and tender face, the long eyelashes, the big round eyes, the small mouth, the pointed chin. He has good taste, but it's a pity...
"Damn, these policemen are just eating grass. There are more than a hundred people. They caught a thief and besieged them for three days, but they still let him escape. Why didn't they all jump off the 8th floor of the police station? They are so big that they affect the appearance of the city. They are not of any use. They are just Chinese moths. Damn, I don't want to see this group of unappetizing trash anymore."
Rubbing the hand that Li Shaoxia had shaken away, Comrade Xia Ling began to doubt his own vision. What a good social young man he was, he was attracted by such a person, and he actually recognized it. He regretted it beyond words. When he met Li Shaoxia's doubtful eyes, he had to act like I'm normal. If I had known... If I had known, I should have bought a pair of couple watches. At least I still have the right to choose!