"Hang Wu, do you love me?"
"Hang Wu, are you in pain?"
…
"Huhu."
She is a girl, but she doesn't cry very much.
She is a girl, but her back is as broad as a lake—
To be able to carry so much of my pain.
She is a girl,
Her eyebrows are crescent-shaped, and her eyes are peach blossoms.
She is a girl,
She knows how to make firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and is good at the six arts and eight arts.
She is such a girl.
A girl, the girl I love.
Her name is Hang Wu.
I asked her if she loved me and she would say -
I love you, and I love her even more.
I asked her who "she" was and she said this -
You are you next to the female character, and she is she next to the female character.
Yu Ji x Hang Wu | Madman x pervert, writer x pastry chef/luthier, girl x girl
Note: / Update time is uncertain / Warmth is greater than conflict / Discuss without distinction between offense and reception / Don't criticize if you don't like it
/The whole text is written in the first person/There are a lot of psychological activities/I love to be verbose/Be careful before entering!
Intention: You are good enough.