It's an old-fashioned story about the love between a buyer and a product. There are no twists and turns or anything new. It's just that one day, I suddenly wanted to write something mindless. So there was Carl, there was Angel, and there was a somewhat disgusting "Love in the Black City"
Baby, why are you crying? Is it for me? But you are the one who made me die. Baby, you know, the black and white in the eyes of the world have nothing to do with me. You are always pure in my heart. Even if your hands are full of blood, you are still my angel. Baby, you know, I am jealous, jealous of the sacrifices that are freed from your hands.
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My mother is so warm, and 555555 little Songbai, you are so happy. The tragedy I expected is about to begin. Mom, you have to hold on. Little Songbai must stay with your mother obediently and never leave her. T_T Of course, this is just my expectation →_→
O(∩_∩)O~ It's not easy. Thank you for your hard work, I will continue to look forward to your updates.
My mother is so warm, and 555555 little Songbai, you are so happy. The tragedy I expected is about to begin. Mom, you have to hold on. Little Songbai must stay with your mother obediently and never leave her. T_T Of course, this is just my expectation →_→
O(∩_∩)O~ It's not easy. Thank you for your hard work, I will continue to look forward to your updates.
So short wwwwwwwww
Hey, it's already November