Tao Xin never expected that the game master he admired would be like this in reality... He would talk whenever he disagreed, and he would have no human rights.
What the master was thinking about was that the little white rabbit not only had a sweet voice, but also had a look that made him scratch his liver and lungs. He wanted it.
Let's see in this competition of love, can we win by using softness to overcome hardness, or is the truth about combining hardness and softness?
Intention: love