When the little flower demon first met that valiant and heroic god, she felt lovesick again. How could it be so miserable? When the warmth turns to cold, it is the hardest to let go of this feeling in her heart.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine were not enough to calm the sorrow in her heart. No, next time she saw the words "Master": Knock down! ! If it really doesn't work, then take the first advantage →_→
God: This is a nymphomaniac, I'd better stay away.
Flower Demon: No, I won't let you go if you don't obey.
Ahem... I don't know what reserve is, so girls please don't imitate it.
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