Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky.
White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves.
When he was young, the little fairy was chased all over the mountain by geese, and his buttocks were swollen with goose bites.
When he grew up, a certain fairy smiled innocently: Don't you like to bite me? Come on, be good and open your mouth.
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It seems to have nothing to do with the title...Rz
Short story, sweet (forget it) HE
First published in Changpei
This article has no prototype and is entirely fictitious. Do not take it seriously.
If you don't like it, please retreat and don't attack.
Intention: The domineering goose falls in love with me