[The slutty talk is about b-numbers, and the heart is pretending to be a ceiling of combat power. The paranoid husky attacks with a dark belly.
Five years ago, Wen Zhao picked up a stray cat from the garbage dump and raised it with great care. He was about to embrace a beautiful woman, but the beautiful woman stabbed him and ran away;
Five years later, he once again rescued the bruised cat from the ruins. He wanted to coldly withdraw, but the amnesiac cat was unprepared and opened its arms to him with peace of mind: "I want a hug."
Wen Zhao seriously reflected on himself: Do I look like a very cheap person, falling into a trap once and rushing to jump into it a second time?
The cat's eyes were filled with mist: "Hug, please."
Wen Zhao: "..."
Okay, hug, hug.
*: Someone has been tricked into talking nonsense, but I won't say who it is.
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Off-topic: Daily updates are too painful, I'll go and collect the manuscript first (bow)
Intention: Tomorrow will be better
