Daily Male God

This book is quite poisonous. When I first saw Lin Xi flirting with her when she didn't have any feelings for her, I thought I'd let it be, and thought it didn't matter if I didn't have feelings for her anyway. One day, I suddenly felt that I hadn't thought about a woman in two months, so I thought of Lin Xi, and she said I wasn't greedy for other people's bodies. Lin Xi tried to test others, but Lin Xi shyly hid, and the protagonist suddenly became indifferent? Haha, you didn't have feelings for others before, so you were flirting all the time? Now you have feelings for others, but when you find that others are avoiding you, you just ignore them and treat others with a cold face? Is this a male god? The student council president who had sex after drinking and took up foreign languages ​​did not say anything after that. The first thing he thought about was not that I was sorry for Lin Xi, I was sorry for the president, but that I didn't feel a loss? When others said that you wanted to do it again, you stayed silent for a while and didn't object? Garbage, no matter how much the system is reformed, it can't change the garbage nature of scumbag men.

I am a licking dog and follow the goddess. A rich, handsome boyfriend who often hugs the goddess. When they entered the hotel, I lay down at the door. One day the goddess cried and the scumbag wanted to break up with her. It turns out that the tall, rich and handsome man has a new love in his arms. The goddess was filled with sorrow and came to me for a drink. After a few glasses of wine, she comforted her not to worry. When I put her in the car, my heart beat like a dog. A goddess, like a fairy, came down to earth to save me. Do you want to make an appointment with the goddess to watch a movie the next day? The goddess can't say it, she's not busy enough with work. Give out red envelopes during the holidays and the goddess will receive them in seconds. The lipstick was delivered the next day and the goddess took it away. I will give you a mobile phone another day, and the goddess will accept it with a smile. I sent a bag the next day, but it still looked ugly after I received it. The goddess says you are great and suitable to be a boyfriend. The licking dog is happy and goes out for a drink. I met the goddess on the road and walked away with Gao Fu in her arms. It hurts to lick the dog, go home and visit Station B. Suddenly a call came, the goddess was looking for a partner again. The goddess is pregnant and wants to retching in front of her. A person who vomits and cries at the same time is worse than a dog. I accompanied him to the hospital and had an abortion. The goddess said softly, you are a suitable boyfriend. Licking the dog feels happy, and I hope to have it again. I will continue to buy bags, and I have money for food. Expenses are running out, and savings are running out. I finally confessed my love to her and begged her on my knees. The goddess smiled slightly and held my hand. You are quite kind, and you are not ugly either. I just don't feel it, so it's better to be friends.

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of the morning, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth. , I still like you very much until death, like the sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like The whale sinks at the bottom of the sea and breathes softly. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have waited for many years. I still like you very much. Like the whale that lacks oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject. Until the restoration of the dynasty is far away, I still like you very much. The willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, and the sunset is ebbing. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much. Like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you. I like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining, I still like you very much, like the spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you, like a shrew scolding the street. , No matter what, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on green emerald green flowers, Juanjuan does not hesitate, I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, endless, I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a little, Tangli frying snow and falling rain, I still like you very much You are like a flying crow attached to a fish in the sea. It is difficult to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why I still like you very much. Like a noisy secret. Even if I say a thousand words, I still like you very much. Like the begonia in the garden that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much. Like the sun and the moon taking turns. Alternately, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit, I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, blurred by neon, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much. I like you, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, the softness disperses, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, a glance thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix, I still like you very much when I am lovesick, like the spring night red I am dreaming without a breath, and I am afraid that I still like you very much. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the channel. Like the clouds and smoke that turn into silken rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. Despite all the difficulties, I still like you very much. Like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer. Even if they are not as good as you, I still like you very much. Like thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, I still like you very much as the years pass by. Like the sky full of shooting stars falling to the ground and the wanton fireworks, I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the reef again and again, I still like you very much with all my strength, like the fish returning to its homeland along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the wind whispering in my ears, my heart beats so much, I still like you very much, like Xiaxiaya ya A child learning to speak, I still like you very much even if my words don't convey my meaning. Like the chirping of a zither in the rain. Why don't I go back and I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable babble in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. It's like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. , I don't know, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, I still like you very much without stopping, like the cliff flattening and the whole forest regenerated, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piling up on the ground, I am an old friend thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a lump in my throat, like sweet rice. I still like you very much, like the sea changes into the mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed bridge in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, like Stars and waves are playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years. I still like you very much without complaining, just like the old opera excerpts in the old city. I still like you very much with gentle words, just like the overlord bids farewell to Yu Ji. I still like you very much if the situation has to be forced. Like the lonely star falling on the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like Hongdou dimly, lovesickly. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising in the desert, no one asks me about it, like the rain falling on the lake, the heart-stopping friendship, the silent silence of Liao, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the streets, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, the palace and the business angle. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like a mulberry tree moving across the sea or a bridge planting in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like a dream demon falling into a boundless dream, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand in my eyes, tears like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life.

Why write a system? There has been no system since Lin Xi. What's more, the contrast is that in reality, the author, as a straight man, should not defend himself. Even if women don't like dogs, they are better than straight men. Straight men are either ignored or disgusted. He is also a male god. Pig's feet can't do anything. I thought the system will slowly transform him. The first two sentences contain IQ and EQ, and then force women to like straight men. Is there a cultural environment that you grew up in, even if you are forced to read a year of literature, you will not be able to understand it. It only takes a few days to read literature with gusto. Unless the system has been reformed to make it more reasonable, but you actually downplayed the system, which is not helpful at all. Come out every once in a while and say nonsense to gain a sense of existence. Make a game. Find me a game that requires real people to play in real life. This book is like being forced to pretend to be a slap in the face. I have a child, a straight girl. The one next door has known each other since I was a child. We have a good relationship together, but she speaks too straight and has a low emotional intelligence. It often makes people embarrassed and the topic cannot be continued. Although I know she is a nicer person and I don't mean to do it on purpose, it just makes a lot of people unbearable. Even people I know so well often talk about it to death, so not many people really like straight men and straight women.

The front is fine, but the back makes me feel sick🤢.

At least the beginning attracted me, and I'm looking forward to the next development.

Are you writing 🐴 for rent? ? ? ^^

Who holds my hand and eliminates my lifetime of loneliness; who kisses my eyes and covers my lifetime of wandering; who touches my face and comforts my lifetime of sorrow; who carries my heart and melts my lifetime of frost; who holds my shoulders and drives me out of silence; who calls my heart and covers my frailty in my lifetime; who understands my intentions and makes me have no regrets in this life; who can help me with my unparalleled arm.

Take a good rest for a while and try your best to finish the next book. The front of this book is quite good, but the back is a little crooked, which is a pity.

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