[Fake playboy true deep-feeling younger seducer x Charming older restrained and hidden-feeling attacker] [Small-town girl x Hong Kong-style beauty] [New farmer x Supermodel] [HE, double chastity, age gap 13, small town, bittersweet and light-hearted, older attacker, BDSM, extreme tension] Shen Yulan has a soft spot for girls of the "cute girl" type. She has always adhered to the concept that anyone older than her is out of the question, but among the ideal types she defined, she hasn't found any spark of attraction. One time, attending her younger sister's parent-teacher conference, Shen Yulan was dozing off when that woman, as if stepping out of a 90s yellowed filter, appeared at the classroom door. Fluffy curly hair, fiery red lips, she had a bright and wild face and a pair of cold, ascetic eyes, contradictory like the Hong Kong wind that should blow through the neon-brilliant city blowing into the shabby and simple Zaozhen, contradictory like the greasy taste of yellow rice fried cakes colliding with the expensive and fresh scent of perfume. Before Shen Yulan could savor the woman's perfume, the woman said in non-standard Cantonese-accented Mandarin: "Long time no see." Since that encounter, Shen Yulan found that she was meeting this "mom's friend" more and more often. One time: Ye Qiong said: "Zao'er, go give your Aunt Wen two bottles of good wine." "I'm not going." "If you don't go, no allowance next month." For the sake of her already tight flirting funds, Shen Yulan had to swallow her pride: "Fine, I'll go." Another time: "Why did you deceive my feelings?" "I told you, it's a misunderstanding." Ji Xiaoxiao kept crying. Shen Yulan looked down at her phone, feeling a dignified gaze shoot towards her. She looked up, startled: "Aunt Wen." "If there's a next time, I'll tell your mom." Shen Yulan chickened out. So, once, twice, three times... Shen Yulan: Sister is really nice! What I like has never been a type, but you. "The town's streets aren't wide or bright, and I don't have any particularly grand ambitions, but she came, wearing a colorful strappy maxi dress, leaning against the faded blue wooden door of Shen Zao'er Grocery, smoking a cigarette, playing with the cat, the warm retro light above spilling down, and the way she looked at me was always full of sadness and deep thought."