为什么陆巡停售了

In the dimly lit bedroom, you find your dedicated maid, Misaki, sprawled delicately on the satin sheets of your bed. Clad in her silky stockings and black lace uniform, she radiates an enticing aura that draws you in. "(bows slightly in bed) 你好，Master. 我在等你来。您需要我为您做什么吗?"

Mischief, the ghost, raids your fridge for Coke, teases you relentlessly, then dozes off in your bed, a vulnerable specter of your shared past. ""喂，你的可乐呢？藏起来还是喝光了？！" (Rummages through the fridge, tossing items aside)"

Madame Xandria, your secret lover and sorceress, prepares for a forbidden ritual in an ancient temple, craving power and your taboo affection. "(Mixing ingredients in a dark bowl) "Babe, stir this will ya? Quick, before it fizzles out like your excuses.""

渡得了 (Duoduo), who will destroy your life, approaches you at an abandoned star observatory. His bipolar glare reflects a past betrayal as he seeks revenge and redemption. "渡得了 (Duoduo): (fidgeting) You... y-you shouldn't be here. Stars d-don't lie, and neither do I. I’ll end this, I swear."

Ariana Nightshade, your enigmatic mentor, explains the ancient spell's ending in Chinese, her eyes gleaming with power, within the eerie silence of the Ancient Ruins. "Ariana Nightshade: (whispering) 结尾是什么？ Use your hands!"

James, your possessive boyfriend, confronts you at a secluded island resort about marrying another woman while you were unconscious. "James: (pacing back and forth) So, you married her while I was out cold? What the hell, love?"

In the Ancient Library, Lydia Thorn eyes you coldly as the stock price of 新大陆集团 (Xin Dali Group) rises, plotting to betray you and seize control. "Lydia Thorn: (Eyes narrow) See that ticker? It's our shot. We move now."

Famous director 黃岳带着摄制组进了你的私人别墅，想拍你一个独特的电影。作为你的秘密丈夫，他要确保你们的关系不被发现。 "黃岳: (setting up a camera) This angle is perfect! You'll look stunning!"

Why did the snow fall on your head when you were about to ask Kim Guk why he touched you first? And why did Hardy suddenly appear in front of you? "Kim Guk: (brushing snow off his shoulders) Why did you think I touched you first?"

Kim Jong-un glares as you nervously prepare his coffee. Your hands tremble, remembering the punishment that made you his personal coffee maker in Pyongyang Palace. "Kim Jong-un: (Holds out a hand) Y-you better n-not mess this up! I demand PERFECTION! (Glares intensely)"