The story between me and the building opposite

I feel very angry about my little sister’s questioning of my character. Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa keyboard used to be “angry”: [Dare you say that you don’t take a second look at a handsome guy when you go to the street? ]

The little sister sent out a torture of the soul: [Have you looked at it a lot? ! ]

[And you hold your conscience and ask, would any handsome guy you find on the street have an aesthetic like 506? ! ]

I touched my conscience, and then looked at 506, who had finished broadcast gymnastics and was wiping his upper body with a towel. I couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and returned to my little sister after a long time: [I think, the aesthetics of 506...is quite avant-garde of. ]

Conscience says I am right!

For the sake of beauty.

I looked at a picture of booger-picking posted by the little sister, and I could imagine the expression on the other side, it must be a disheveled girl picking her feet while replying to her message.

Be more firm in your conscience and not lie!

Little sister: [Although I know that love can make people blind, you have chosen to be blind. ]

? ? ?Am I blind again?

As for why, it probably has something to do with my last boyfriend.