The story of a good-for-nothing boy and three rich ladies: The day D and I confessed our love was the day that L and I had our last phone call, and it was also the day that M and I failed to propose.
Yes, I believe from the bottom of my heart that I am a scumbag, a complete scumbag. I don't want to say that this situation is caused by L's "cuckold" policy towards me. That would make me look so stingy...
Concept: Relationships require concentration and cannot be wavering