There's a super perverted and inhuman codeword software called Little Black House that trapped me....

I was going to lock 2,000 words, but I added an extra zero with a shake of my hand, so I definitely won't be able to get out tonight.

It's four o'clock in the morning, and the iron may be beating in Los Angeles, but I have to go to bed.

Tomorrow I will try to come out early, update early and update more.

It is hereby clarified.

By the way, I ask for a recommendation ticket.

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