I am so short of food, I still have several books waiting to be fattened up, waiting to have money to buy them all at once, and there are still several books sitting at the bottom of the pit. I am a primary school student writing. I am hungry, but people can't starve themselves to death. Those who dare not push for updates must squat at the bottom of the pit and think about their own ideas. By the way, I've been thinking about it for a while, and my imagination is quite wild. Or I might find something private after reading my wife's CP. In some respects, it's quite delicious when I eat my own leg meat. But my mind is really confused. It's hard to connect the previous and the following text orz.
Intention: Harm