The dusk is like a knife, and loneliness is like snow. I look up at the setting sun on the horizon, determined to capture all the beauties in the world. Let the beautiful woman's legs become an eternal cannon, with Aihui on top of her head fighting for the decisive battle, with her body tangled in a tight-fitting bra, and her feet wearing Mikoto's safety pants. I have the skills to pick up girls, and I am shameless and invincible. Who is my opponent in the world?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
