"Hey, tablemate."
That day, Murasakihara lay on the table, looking at Liu who was dripping wet next to him, with a look of displeasure on his face.
"You should just follow me."
By my side, you will be fine.
If you leave, I won't care about you.
Campus daily life.
The work of letting go.
Not alive.
Not black and not yandere.
Love the black basketball and strive not to collapse~\(≧▽≦)/~
Oh, yes, the stupid author also wrote an article about the red team!
If you don't mind it, go check it out~ Save it by the way~~\(\ \ω\ \ \)\
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