现在,我坐在桌旁望着镜中还算帅气的自己微微点了点头——我要是妞儿,早就爱上我自己了,得出这个牛x的结论后,我还是毫无头绪。我和那些精神空虚整天胡思乱想上了年纪却动不动就自慰的作家们一样,在想关于女人的事。 Now, I sat at the table looking at the handsome sight in the mirror and nodded slightly. If I were a little girl, I would have fallen in love with myself. After coming to the conclusion of this cow, I still have no idea. I think about the woman, like the writers whose spiritual emptiness is all the time thinking about the age but being at a loss.