An amnesiac beauty who was covered in blood was picked up from an underground boxing ring. He was obedient and clingy, and only obeyed me.
I taught him how to hold a gun, took him to dinner parties, and let him sleep on the couch outside my bedroom to keep vigil.
The night when his enemy came to kill him, he broke his neck with his bare hands, turned around and smiled softly at me: "Master, I'm clean."
Until one day, I found a group photo in an old photo album——
When I was a teenager, I was gritting my teeth and smashed the trophy on the head of the person next to me. And the unruly opponent whose head I broke in the photo is exactly the same as the man curled up barefoot on my sofa and licking ice cream...
