A mini short story with loose logic. It was after having sex that I suddenly wanted to write a story about Britain and the United States.
In the previous article, the heroine was going bald, but in this article, she is getting sick. It is very unkind to persecute the master again.
For example, a big bat fell from the sky.
Then, right where it fell, there was a bowl of sprinkled egg custard.
The heroine thought silently whether she should take off her pants and give them a new pair...
Well, still not.
She was afraid that her eyes would be dirty...
PS, the label [Gourmet] means there are a lot of dark dishes in it...
Intention: Let the flower of life bloom brilliantly