Lolita is my passion, the fire of desire, but also my sin, my soul. Luo-li-ta; the tip of the tongue has to be moved gently from the roof of the mouth down three times, and then gently pressed against the tip of the tongue on the third time: Luo-li-ta.
"Morning, my Knight of the Rose."
Cultivation system, dark direction, the first chapter to test the waters.
Intention: Capital must die