"Yeah, delicious. Do you have any more?"
"Also... Sir, this is my meal..."
"Oh, really? Did you burn it yourself?"
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"Well, not bad, bring me a copy tomorrow."
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Every encounter is a coincidence among coincidences, and every character has just the right configuration.
One is an older girl who has reached the upper limit of leftover women, and the other is a sinister and cold-hearted food-obsessed male god.
What should I do if I suddenly find out that my male idol wants to have sex with me? Waiting online, very urgent! ! !
What a scumbag copywriter, I don't even know what I'm writing.