An Ziqing, male, 31 years old, is in his prime years and still has a manly flower in bud.
The miserable hidden gay is legitimately exercising his civil rights of free love and crush.
You can call me uncle, but you can't stop me from walking towards spring!
My copywriting is useless.
This is an online game story without any great gods, or in other words, a story about the growth of great gods.
In my limited experience of online games, I will always miss the days when I didn't have thighs, the days when my comrades and I studied dungeons together, destroyed groups, lied on the floor and complained together, instead of the separation and alienation after we became thighs.