The house of the otaku is very organized, like a warehouse, very beautiful, even garbage, or art.
Every week, I will order pizza to take out. I never meet people's eyes. I pay the money and pizza. It's so perfect. But he still saw the elastic sling, Zhang was lost,
his eyes facing each other, the world was spinning... On the button on her body, he pressed the key and opened the door of his own room. For some reason, he had to go out and go. Looking for another person hiding at home, until he desperately pulled her out of the house, pressed the love button, stared at him, and the sky trembled even more crazily again...
When an otaku wanted to see another When I was a nerd, there was only...
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