At the beginning of the month, Wen Wei and her roommate went to the temple to get a fortune teller, which plainly read: "Great luck."
She didn't quite believe it. Her luck had never been mediocre in the past 20 years. This lottery bucket was probably just a toy and could not be counted.
Until that day, her soul left her body after a car accident. The advertisement on the car before she fell to the ground flashed before her eyes - "Win the World, Universiade Motorcycle"
The little cat god muttered: "Isn't this great luck? Just say whether we hit or not? If you are not satisfied, then I..."
Wen Wen's eyes were sharp and he spoke quickly: "Satisfied, satisfied! Don't make any arrangements!"
But she still underestimated the execution ability of the kitty god.
This time I bumped into someone, a man. Wen Wen slightly squinted his eyes while he was spinning.
Help, it's the pervert who's been stalking her!
Wen Wei silently recited: When you have nothing to do, it is better not to ask for autographs easily. Who knows whether it will be a cat or a dog that will fulfill your wish?
Intention: What they keep saying is that they love you