Anyone who has seen me once knows from my eyes, body and subject that I am a pure carnivores, as I have already swallowed three times now when the word "meat" comes out. For a northern woman in a tunnel, meat is my whole world, a world that is completely free from men alone. But just last week, last week, last week, when you started to smash me in the backstage with pictures of the sky, oh leaks, I finally couldn't hold on to an agitated heart, at 1:30 in the middle of the night, with the crawfish touching the assistant's phone, and this week we're going up! The next day, the assistant told the company's owners in red eyes that he had a strange dream last night and that he couldn't tell the difference。
