The beast is cold and cold
I said it was no big deal, but the two of them insisted on carrying me to class.
I'm a little embarrassed, but more curious, why did the two of them get together?
Aren't water and fire usually incompatible?
I jumped up immediately when I sat on the stool, it hurt!!
Somewhere that cannot be said, well...
I took out the cushion in my schoolbag and put it on, and slowly sat down to feel more comfortable.
The squad leader came over, looked at me with sympathy, and handed the duty sheet into my hand.
I was suddenly struck by thunder, they are mentally ill!
On the one hand, he said I was hurt, but on the other hand...
Ahhhh! I'm going to kill someone, I'm going crazy!!!
Alas...forget it, I have to pay with my life if I kill someone, no one will care about me even if I go crazy.
You endure it yourself, thinking that no matter how much he goes too far, you can't mess around in the president's room?
The obscene beast is cold!
This chapter has been completed!