"It's a long night and I don't want to sleep, so let's tell a story." The eldest brother Xiaozhou suggested, "Have you read "The Decameron" and let's learn it too. How about each of us telling a bedtime story every day?"
"It's okay, it's better than scratching the wall to relieve boredom." Liu Liu agreed.
"This is too simple. I'm not very interested." Xiao Li was lazy and lacked energy.
Xiaozhou thought for a moment and said, "That's it. I'll make two more requirements: first, the story must be related to love; second, the story must be semi-propositional. For example, if it's my turn to tell a story, and the person who is going to tell it next wants to say a word, the story I tell must revolve around that word. Is this okay?"
"This is interesting. Let's do it in order of size." Xiao Li also became interested.
Xiaozhou added: "Then I'll talk about it first, just to start the conversation. Liu Liu, what's your word?"
Liu Liu thought about it and said, "If you love cleanliness so much, you are a mysophobia."