After stripping off on social platforms, the pervert followed me drunkenly into my beloved small rental house. He stabbed me in the temple with a knife, and then I went to see God. In heaven, I found that I still had a trace of my afterlife memory. The pervert Mader was actually molesting my body. I couldn't bear it. Even if I drink Coke in the next life, I will go back and find another way to die. So, I went back to the timeline after going through all kinds of hardships, and was told that the price of changing the timeline was to accept tasks assigned by God at any time. Oh my god, this is so funny. Damn it, the first task turned out to be to expose my Neptune attributes to my best friend and boyfriend in an elegant and unconventional way. . . . . .
Purpose: To teach people to be kind