"We met first." The short-haired girl said.
"But he likes me," Rapunzel said.
"We are childhood sweethearts."
"But he likes me."
"Our childhood sweethearts."
"But he likes me."
"We study together and eat together."
"But he likes me."
"We eat with a pair of chopsticks and drink from a bottle."
"But..."
"Fuck you, break up, break up, did you hear? Break up for me!!!"
"But the twisted melon is not sweet."
. .
Rapunzel is the heroine. No! ! !
This vicious short-haired girl is.
Meeting you makes me one of the ten thousand lucky girls among millions.
Intention: Thank you very much for protecting me as an adult, but please let me do it by myself for the rest of my life.