In an accident, my spaceship crashed on planet 926.
Boro people are born with the ability to love, this ability is engraved in their instincts.
But the Poirot who saved me was different, and I could vaguely smell a few traces of the same kind of person.
"Jie Hanxing, you Boluo people are really surprised that the emotions of a living body can be divided into so many parts... Have you ever fallen in love with someone else? I'm talking about that kind of love."
"No, there won't be any in the future."
"Wow, what a decisive answer! We are indeed the same kind, Star Beauty."
The dead duck has a tough mouth, high attack and low defense; the little hedgehog is beautiful and maverick.
Concept: Lonely people will always become happy.