(A gentle, scheming powerhouse seme × a uke who pretends to be cold)
Jiang Lin was assigned a task, with Sheng Yan in charge of picking him up. The two, who had nothing to do with each other before, began to cross paths.
“Hello, my name is Sheng Yan.”
Jiang Lin replied with disdain.
“Hello, my name is Sheng Yan.”
This time, Jiang Lin threw himself into Sheng Yan’s arms, and the two held each other tightly.
