After my father passed away, my beautiful stepmother took on the important task of pulling me up with shit and urine. Countless high-quality human men showed their love to her and even cried to death just to see her. But my stepmother said solemnly and coldly: "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~" She who died of illness twelve years later appeared in my bed inexplicably, "Oh my god!! What a ghost!!!" My eyes went dark and I fainted. After waking up, she stared at me tenderly while holding my favorite pork rib soup, "Don't be afraid, I am really your ghost mother."
So when I just entered college, I experienced what is called a sweet life of maternal love, coquettishness, clinginess, and tiresomeness...
"Baby, do I look good in pink~" "How old are you now, pink and delicate?" "I hate it~~~"
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Intention: What you love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled.