Delivery Boy: There Are so Many Goddesses That Edonkey Can't Sit Down

I am a delivery boy. I have no money, no background, and no advanced system skills to protect myself. One day, I was delivering takeout to a female customer. Her red hair was draped over her shoulders like a burning sunset, splashing with ink. She was wearing a black suspender velvet skirt that clung tightly to her waist. From shoulders to legs, like ocean waves, wave after wave. It made my eyes slip up and down, I can't even keep an eye on him... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.