"One or two ounces does not count as wine, three or two or four ounces rinse your mouth, five or two or six ounces is a bit shaky, seven or two or eight ounces is enough to touch the wall and walk, nine or two ounces can walk against the wall and I won't leave!"
I didn't die from my fucking suicide. I traveled to ancient times without historical records. After I fainted, was there a beauty waiting for me to touch? Hehe. ． ． Let's have a little drink first and then think about this profound and serious issue, eh. ． ． Drink too much. ． ． I went to climb a tree. ． ．
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I originally wanted to write a pure one-on-one love story, but then I thought that since the heroine is such an excellent and pitiful person, a few more men were paired with her (those men were willing anyway, hehe), so it became an NP novel. I just hope that she can live happily for the man who once loved her and the man she loves! Live happily!
(Recently I am learning how to write H. It makes me tremble with fear. My blood pressure keeps rising...++!!)
If you have the following symptoms: ecstasy, crying, throwing tables and benches, hitting a tofu wall, hanging from noodles, eating grapes without spitting out grape skins, please go to the clinic for treatment by yourself. My mother in this article is not responsible! ! ! Wow... Quack quack quack...! ! ! ! ! !