The heroine is sick, seriously ill, and the disease is contagious.
What, you actually doubt humans?
A dish spirit is so rampant.
In a lonely city, don't tell me about a different way for transvestites.
It turns out that demons are much more reliable than humans.
When taking the bus, when going to work, when sleeping, the heroine hugs a bowl everywhere.
The youth of young women is paid in a bowl
Is this a loss of morality or a distortion of human nature?
Declare war on life, "Don't push people too hard!"
Purpose: Don't want to grow up