In fact, I really want to say that I am really not an uncle, shota, or nymphomaniac. I am really not...
But why doesn't anyone believe Mao? At this time, I was sitting alone in Grandpa Ken's burger restaurant, thinking sadly and angrily. I sighed, complaining like a living widow...
Mengmei often says to me: "Mu Xi, you talk like shit. The more you poop, the stinky it becomes. When you see a male creature, your eyes are bright enough to illuminate the garbage that is clogged in the sewer all the year round and people can't find it. You are enough."
Whenever she attacks me with words, I will look at her with resentment, pouting, and the cute cat will be silent. Then she will pat me on the shoulder and say sympathetically: "My child, be strong and don't imitate the weasel, even though your eyes and face are very similar."
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... A bad friend, really, in fact, Meng Meow is not as cute as her name. She is a scheming girl, and she knows how to make fun of me all the time. I... I mess with who I am... ...