This is a birthday message for my Ah Jiu.
So, (* ￣3)(ε￣ *) Ah Jiu loves you.
This is a story about a snail girl who entered the home of the writer Little Angel.
Ah Jiu always discovered something strange recently.
The lost socks will be neatly piled up in the storage box, the messy dishes and chopsticks will be washed clean, she will fall asleep in front of the computer typing words but wake up in bed the next day, and the strangest thing is that in her newly opened novel, as soon as she writes about the emotional drama between the male and female protagonists, the words will disappear inexplicably...
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