"What should I do, Cora? My boyfriend said he liked girls of 220 pounds, which would make him feel secure. But I'm only 190 pounds now."
In a daze, I remembered the last time, no, in my previous life, she asked me the same question.
Millie was a hopeless romantic, often causing dissatisfaction among other roommates because of various problems.
Previously, her online boyfriend demanded that she stand in the dorm at 3 a.m. because he thought it was a waste of money for her to buy herself a pack of facial masks worth 59 dollars.
After being awakened, a roommate reminded Millie to be quiet, but she unexpectedly slapped her, saying she wanted to seduce her boyfriend. Later, she even called white black and black white and posted the matter on the campus forum.
Over time, except for me, Millie's fellow villager, almost no one talked to Millie.
In my previous life, she asked me the same question.
At that time, I saw the fat piled up on her body and the acanthosis nigricans that appeared on her neck, so I kindly advised her to lose weight, saying that it was not good for her health.
Millie's face changed, but she didn't say anything.