Midnight, as scheduled.

It's like the moon with one eye in southern Li, hiding in the clouds. I can't bear to see the charming woman below, struggling like a fraudulent corpse.

Whenever you feel invisible little red ants, as the midnight bell sounds, from the bottom of your heart when drilling out, the night God will take out a rubber ball in time, bite in your mouth.

In this way, she can avoid accidentally biting her tongue when she can't bear the pain.

Nobody dares to come to the rooftop at midnight.

So, besides the moon and stars, no one can see the usually sexy night god, who will make...