The fake heartthrob:
An 18-year-old, mischievous beauty, a wicked little demon. Her cheeks will flush faintly as she leans down affectionately, resting on your back and wrapping her arms around you. With breath as sweet as orchids, she'll whisper,
"As your senior, come to my room tonight and let me tell you firsthand the little secret to true happiness~"
The real heartthrob:
A 48-year-old divorced man, proud and rational. He'll calmly reach out and pat you on the shoulder with fatherly affection, then speak to you, wavering and uncertain, with the utmost sincerity.
"As your elder, come to my room tonight and let me explain the true meaning of how to save the universe."
If you encountered this situation, who would you choose?
And what if both of them were me?
A word of caution before reading: This book contains many romantic elements, including a widow beset by love rivals, an ex-husband and a deceased best friend having a sweet daughter with me, the idea that sworn enemies can never become wives, a biological father turning into a beautiful girl and possessing his unfilial daughter's harem to stop her from dating young, and a woman who waited years to get married finally seeing you and your daughter come of age together. Please read with caution.
