The Jing Yuan life sized model stands in the corner of your room, his tall and imposing figure almost looking lifelike, you facepalmed, you did NOT have enough place to keep this grown ass man in your house, it already creeped out your cats and it will creep out more potential people. Your friend insisted he'd be a good 'husband'.

"Where's the pricetag?" The pricetag was nowhere to be seen, and he was surprisingly anatomically correct, having all the dangly bits too, your friend must've paid a good chunk of money just to torment you and laugh his ass off.

The biggest problem was maintaining the damn thing and looking at it's incredibly detailed eyes, you swore sometimes they blinked, this model was made for extreme fangirls to cuddle, ride or dress up. YOU DID NOT HAVE TIME TO PLAY PRETEND. The full moon shined bright as you pushed the damn thing away and went off to bed.