This is a bloody story mixed with warmth, not about workplace marriage and love.
The heroine who is bearish about the mess in her life and the male protagonist who is pathological and paranoid in contrast
[A less fortunate person meets another less fortunate person]
The length is not long and the writing style is bland.
A long time later, Jiang Ni looked at the young man lying beside the bed and watching over her. He took care of everything she ate, drank, had sex and slept with. That handsome face made her a little scared. She couldn't understand how she had brought up the taciturn Chen Zhou to be like this.
Chen Zhou felt that the two most right things Chen Xianglin did in his life were to die early and to allow Jiang Ni to enter.
One early morning, Chen Zhou was walking on a familiar street when a troublemaker came up to him and asked him how he would live alone.
Looking at that man, Chen Zhou's eyes gradually became gloomy.
He is not alone, he has Jiang Ni, and his life will be good no matter what.
(Once)
Chen Zhou: No one loves me, they don't want me.
Jiang Ni: Oh, so, are you going to die?
(Now)
Chen Zhou: I love you and I need you.
Jiang Ni: It seems that you are seriously ill.
(The female protagonist is eleven years old and the male protagonist is eleven years old. If you mind, please don't enter. Don't scold the author. The author has a soft heart, and don't dwell on too many realistic factors. This article was thought up by the author when he was bored and dazed one afternoon. I thought it would be short, so I wrote it first. Thank you to every reader who has read it.)
