Warmth version copywriting:
In order to break the conventional master-servant relationship, our heroine is neither a maid nor a book girl nor an actress! But... A mount, a mount! The heroine's instructions for use are very simple, and readers don't have to be as laborious as researching new high-end electronic products.
The following is how the heroine uses it: pull her pigtails, ride on her shoulders, and shout.
All readers are welcome to use it. Although the female protagonist only has the function of transportation for the time being, I hope all readers will fall in love with her as much as the male protagonist~
"Hey, do you think if I bury this hair of yours in the ground, will you be able to grow back next year?"
"According to what you said, the watermelon seeds you didn't spit out when you were a child have already formed watermelons in your stomach."
"... Then how did the butt on your neck grow?!"
"Grown together with the head you sit under all day long."
"..."
Copywriting of the bitter version:
Twice, she poured her tears of life into the lake like a weeping willow on the embankment, and her hair brushed the surface of the lake.
The slender torso was tightly surrounded by arms as cold as snail's tentacles. She always wanted to say to the snail behind her, if you are willing to break the brown hard shell on your back, I will be with you...
The snail said something into her broken ears, but there were too many sounds of collapse and shattering all over her body. Her eyes, which she strained to open wide, could not stop leaking out linear, bean-shaped crystal liquid... She wanted to hear what he said.