Unorthodox text:
As a spokesperson for the game world with no ambitions, Wen Ruoxu just wants to be miserable, have food to eat, and a place to live.
It's a pity that on the way to a friend's restaurant, I was caught and used as a male favorite, slept with a strange man, let it go, and was misunderstood as a spy. Who knows what it feels like?
It's been three days since I was arrested: I'm really just an unknown person. Let me go. My friends are still waiting for me to go to dinner.
It's been ten days since I was arrested: The food here is quite delicious, the environment here is not bad, and I don't have to make money myself.
It's been twenty days since I was arrested: I'm a little bored. Brother, what are you doing? I'll weed with you. Sister, what are you doing? You're so beautiful. Are you married?
It's been a month since I was arrested: I can't stand it anymore, let me go, please.
The copywriting is a bit more relaxed, and the main text is more serious. The show-off is all pretending, just to escape from something.
The scheming and ruthless attack × the romantic and suave knight-errant
Leave request note: The outline has been written and will be updated on March 15th.
Intention: I have no intention of fighting for it, but there is no turning back