The simulator's girlfriend's willows are smoke.

Shenchuan was so poor that she had 2300 people on her bike, and she threw a card and left, and he lit up the system, and the next second he was lying on a big bed two metres wide, and the wall was a wedding picture, and the cold lady was wearing a black collar, and she was sneezing over his husband and crying for her master, and the simulation was that she would kneel down and cry for him, and in reality she wouldn't even give him a cup of coffee, and the more critical the system was, the more he wanted her to get real closer to reality, the colder she was, the more she was making sure that the circle was not fake, and the short show was tearing off the virtual bow and the real cold.