There is a farm in Shengjing, where there are countless alpacas.
Suddenly one day, one of the alpacas became a spirit.
What this mature alpaca loves to do——
Spit in his face.
Even if the room is closed tightly, it will still have to be opened the next morning.
Give him a sip of saliva on the bed.
Go have fun on the farm again.
Ms. Alpaca
[Short story, free, no v, updated as the occasion arises]
