When Xie Mei Kuang Shou encountered the dark twisting attack, Xie Mei Kuang Shou immediately withered. After all... We are suppressed by various artifacts, aren't we? After all... Our hands and feet are in chains, aren't we? After all... We've been trapped in a dark room... I'll screw you! This style of painting is wrong! ! Bai Mo weakly pushed the person on top of him and cried weakly: "I was wrong... I was wrong... Don't come..." Fang Xinmo looked at the person under him and smiled tenderly: "No." This is the story of a mysophobic author who traveled back in time to the stallion novel he wrote and was raped by his own protagonist [beep——].
(Already feel that the attribute of feeling has changed?)