A Spiritual Pet Who Doesn't Want to Be the Heroine Is Not a Good Cook

"Sister An, please let me go. What do you like about me? Can't I change it?" The boy who was blocked in the alley clasped his hands. My head feels like pounding garlic. His knees bent, and he almost fell to her knees. "I like you but not me." This is the 24th boy Chen Qiaoan has confessed to this year. Two years and fifty confession experiences. After all, Chen Qiaoan can also sum up some experience. "Uh." The boy didn't expect Chen Qiaoan to answer like this. He froze. The mouth opens and closes, like a fish that has been stranded and lacks oxygen. He didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. Unexpectedly, Chen Qiaoan laid such a "trap" for him. He swallowed hard. His eyes suddenly became determined, as if he had made some kind of major determination. "I like boys." The boy gave a smile that was uglier than crying. After saying that, his thin body slowly slid down against the wall and curled up into a ball. It seemed that he was looking for an opportunity to sneak out from under Chen Qiaoan's arm. "It's okay, I can straighten it for you." As soon as the other party finished speaking, Chen Qiaoan blurted out. Her tone was so calm that there was no trace of emotion.