Some say this is the mythic age of the Sword-Swallowing World. Others say it is the inevitable direction of the future. If even the gods cannot escape the agonies of love, then who can save the world from the depths of obsession?
Just a story I came up with: a love quadrangle among four gods, beginning at the dawn of creation...
The God of Toilet Paper is deeply infatuated with the God of Sanitary Napkins, but the innocent God of Sanitary Napkins is always stuck to the God of Underpants. Yet the God of Underpants believes that his entire life exists to protect the God of Butts...
I like you, and you like him. So who will like me? This has nothing to do with tragic romance, just the anxious feeling of fearing loss.
The author is... Too short, okay, okay, okay
Found gray. Ps: I also want to be the protagonist... Why can I be the protagonist in Chuan Chuan?
I showed my first two tiger teeth at the bottom of the pit. Well, you know, if there are too many pits, I can't help but bite people.
So what is the god of butts? Ah fart?