At five o'clock in the morning, Okura Akira felt that she would stay up until her soul left her body, although she liked the unrestrained feeling of her soul ascending to heaven. She lay back on the bed, took out her mobile phone and called Atobe Keigo. There was something about Cicero she wanted to discuss with you.
Dead? It doesn't matter, I'll let you sleep for another ten minutes and then do another one. After the beating, she pulled up the quilt and began to catch up on her sleep with satisfaction - until she was woken up by Atobe at seven o'clock, and the two began a tug-of-war for five days.
On the sixth day, Atobe came in with roses. Okura looked at them in shock, and then realized that they were the ones he ordered.
"Explain?"
"As you can see, it has nothing to do with you."
Put on a short skirt, put on lipstick, put on high heels, take the flowers, and go save your bestie from falling in love!
Of course, just like Okura turned around and left Atobe behind, I was also on my highway to hell.
Believe me, the writing style of the main text and the introduction are completely different. A newcomer is on the road, OOC belongs to me, and the characters belong to everyone.
Intention: Fight endless nothingness with endless struggle
