I tortured, I tortured, I tortured again... Hahaha, after two days of ultimate devil training (actually I had to put away my usual attitude of a lazy person and start writing crazily under the editor-in-chief's "I will deduct all your royalties for this month").
Hey, which old angel lady made this joke to me? What the hell is this? I'm dizzy. It's just for me to take a nap. It's too old-fashioned. Is it a vegetable market in ancient times? Anyone can walk through it... If I had known better, I wouldn't have worked so hard to finish the manuscript... I'm so wronged.
Okay, I decided, now that I have worn the tacky clothes, I will continue my time-traveling journey in a tacky way... I want to be a golden young white guy... I will take it as my duty to tease the beautiful men in the world, and carry out the time-travel culture to the end...
Let's see a novice dressing up in ancient times...
PS: I've never written a copy before, so I don't know how to write it. I'm scratching my head... I'm so worried... Please pay attention and read it, it's my debut after all...