I'm a bank clerk, my days are spent in a monotonous routine of going to work and coming home at the same time. My husband left six months ago, unable to bear being controlled in every aspect of our lives. Every man I date inevitably says the same thing in the end: "I can't keep up with you." And on the very day I received the divorce papers from my husband, a lingerie thief broke into my house. What a coincidence, another man who needs to be managed has appeared.