I have many problems, but I am also the filthiest person in the world. I have a bed partner. As for why I am not a lover, it is because he only comes to my place to do that kind of thing.
I am allergic to floral scents, so he tattooed a plum blossom-like tattoo on my neck.
He knew that I hated flowers the most, but he still forced me to submit. He said: "You look a lot like an old friend of mine."
I don't know who his old friend is, but I really have feelings for him, but he also personally gave me to the bed of his political enemy.
He begged me to give him another chance. Later, he died on the battlefield, and I just held his armor and walked towards death step by step.
The cold and easy to push down vs. The sunny little general
Lightning Protection: A bit of a sweetheart, with two male protagonists be
Intention: A little busy