[What kind of person is this Xu Xian, anyway?
Years ago, when I, Fahai, went out to hunt monsters, I ran into this fellow.
In a word: the lad had no money, no house, and no ambition. Truly, his shoulders couldn't carry a load and his back couldn't bear a burden; he didn't dare speak above a whisper or even let out a loud fart, and he even looked a bit effeminate. But boy, did he like to live wildly! Day in and day out, he fantasized about landing a rich sugar mama: one with a voluptuous figure, long legs, obedient, and drop-dead gorgeous.
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