When Jian Chen was in elementary school, she liked the little Waiguo Ren next door. She could speak the Northeastern dialect with a pair of green eyes, and she acted as her bride when playing house;
When I was in college, I liked the little wolfdog from the Academy of Fine Arts. He had dimples and a waist. He would use his own body to teach her how to sketch, and he would hold her on his lap and ride a motorcycle;
Later, she fell in love with the domineering president of the company next door, who loved to play rock music and drums, bit her cigarette butts in a coquettish and lustful manner, and even had her favorite Peppa Pig tattooed on her abdominal muscles.
When Jian Chen was young, he kissed the side of the God of Death.
Later, I fell in love with the wind of the four seasons.
The noble and cool but a bit naughty heroine VS all kinds of male protagonists
(ps. A short story to relax, about the ordinary life of the heroine, updated as circumstances dictate)
Purpose: Always love freedom and always have tears in your eyes