
About This Novel
The oppressive and drowsy seabed is surrounded by cold flowing ripples, lying on the sand and breathing. Like falling in the clouds, falling into the cracks, harsh and beautiful songs sounded. In front of him is a bottle of dark green potion, which tastes delicious. Is that a call in my ear? Under the light of the stars, I heard... "I like you." -------------------------------------------------- Sand sculpture cookies! ! ! ! Absolutely sweet! ! ! ! If it's not sweet, bite me! ! ! Ps: Before June this year, if there is a comment, I will write a side story! ! ! ! ! No sooner said than done! ! ! !
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