When one, two, three, four, N beautiful men appeared in front of me like mushrooms after a spring rain, I subconsciously touched my vagina and felt like crying without tears! Horrifying! Where is my "little sister"?
As someone who was accidentally deceived by my eighteenth generation ancestors, I was sent to this era where aesthetics have been completely subverted! Where should I go from here?
On the long road, I will go up and down, left and right, back and forth, looking down at myself countless times. Still can't find "her"? The process of finding your "little sister" is hard! I miss that green, furry, slightly tingling place!