Shen Zhuxing met Zhou Ran for the first time. On a night as dark as ink, the street lights were dim and charming, and there was endless depth hidden under the pavilion. She heard him say, "Sorry, I don't like women."
The voice was hoarse, as if wrapped in fine sand, coming slowly with the night wind.
Shen Zhuxing couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, all the good-looking men belong to... Other men."
By accident, the two became roommates.
One day, Shen Zhuxing stared at the man who was carefully clearing the table and smiled like an aunt. This man must have a good figure, good looks, and craftsmanship. The perfect man must be you.
Intention: Everyone is happy