Some drinks just can't be given up.
You can only get drunker and deeper.
But to me, you are a kind of sake that confuses the mind. Even if the coolness penetrates into my heart and lungs, I can only bear to drink more and more.
A short story about the male and female protagonists hurting each other in previous lives. The logic is dead and I won't catch bugs in the details. It's lazy~~~~.
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I wrote a hand-training article from a long time ago, I threw it here to take advantage of it haha QWQ
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