My boss is a crazy god. She threw me into the vortex of time and I can never find the exit.
Regarding my ex-girlfriend, she is crazy and trying to destroy the whole world. I am not a scumbag, I just pursue my career.
Regarding my god, she is a swindler. She said she would go back to the past and come back soon, and asked me to wait for her to come back to drink milk tea, but I waited all my life.
As for her, she can't escape their pursuit, and she can't fly without wings. Why are the selves in every time and space chasing themselves?
Regarding the soy sauce passerby, don't I feel hot when I button up my military coat? Why did you button it up for me? ! ! Hot hot hot!
It takes too much brains
Brain-burning. . . . .