I dated a stranger Huang Mao whom I met for the first time. Although it was too frivolous to say this, he looked like he could beat me ten times, so I was scared and agreed.
After dating for half a year, Huang Mao graduated and went to work. I no longer had to work in a convenience store to have enough to eat. After graduation, I was going to work part-time, but Huang Mao looked at my grades and said it wouldn't work, so I continued my studies until I got a Ph. D.
When I was in school, many people asked me why I was with him. They said he was frivolous, vulgar, big-breasted and brainless, with nothing but his face. He was not my type at all.
So what? There are better people to match with better people. I only remember the day I thought it was a bad guy who beat me up, and his red face when he asked me if I wanted to date him.
Intention: There are no grades of love
