I always thought that life would go on like that. Who would have known that something extraordinary happened on an ordinary day. I met my gentle mother. What, my mother is not my mother. Whose is that? When I went to school at a young age, I met a baby with a milky voice. Go away, I don't want to be with you. What, you said you want to play with me? I don't want to, I can be your mother's sister, go away, go away, there are always many, many exceptions in life.
This article is about the growth of a woman dressing up as a man. Whether you call it gl or fake bg, I think it's fine as long as I like it.
If you are a newbie in writing, you may have a quiet tone at the beginning, but later on you will be cheerful and shy, hahahahaha