Lately I've been busy from 8 a.m. to 11 p.m. lately, and maybe into the wee hours of the morning. ，

If I pull out two or three more dots, I'm going to die of exhaustion.

So I took a leave of absence until January 13th, took care of the things at hand, and told the story steadily.

As long as I don't die, this book will definitely not be a eunuch, regardless of the short story, it seems that after two issues of the novella magazine were published in a magazine, it was topped by a certain ancient god of ancient sayings, and a certain long book was sealed.

I'm really not a eunuch. Swear in the name of beauty.

You come and go as you please, and I will not force it.

But leave will definitely be pleased. By January 13th.