On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year...
Jin Youluo, who was practicing Zama Step, looked at the monster with disheveled hair, sad expression and disheveled clothes rushing towards her with confusion. Seeing a certain monster attacking her, Jinyouluo dodged left and right, dodging left and right, but in the end, she was thrown to the ground gorgeously by a certain monster.
Looking at the disheveled monster that was pressing down on him and entangled in his legs, making him unable to move, Jin was worried and burst into tears. He said pitifully and frightenedly: "Dear master, I am still young, how can you do this to me?" What if you are worse than a beast, betraying your power and humiliating the country, something that is not allowed by nature?" As she spoke, crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and her small teeth bit the corner of her red lips. She looked like a good woman who had been molested.
A certain monster had a look of resentment on its face, and its long, white fingers curled up into "orchid fingers", poking Jin Youluo's shoulders again and again. Its round, black pearl-like eyes were covered with a layer of mist called tears, and its thin lips pursed in grievance, "Huh? I'm so hot." My fragrant and soft little apprentice has a cold body. If I don't pounce on you, who will I pounce on?" The lazy and aggrieved tone, the soft voice full of thick nasal sound, coupled with the look of resentment and grievance, the naked coquettishness, is it true? Is it true?
Jin Youluo: "..."