Calvin

Calvin, no matter how I think about it, I don’t feel good. After a day of anxiety, I still can’t write. I asked for a day off, and Bailu went out for a run to relieve the pressure.

The state of this month is really bad. Seeing that everyone still voted for it, and the editor kept arranging recommendations, Egret felt very guilty, sorry, sorry, sorry.

After a month, what happened at the end of last month should be calculated.