Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
People say that there is something called ambiguity between childhood sweethearts, but they don't say that this kind of thing also exists between childhood sweethearts.
Okay, I accept my fate, let's just be a bamboo horse.
I am cute little G. Who am I afraid of? He is evil and scheming, he is pretending to be kind. Sooner or later he will be conquered by me.
However, I guessed the first step, but I didn't expect the result.
This article is a novice, dig a hole and wait for carrots~~