The Crown Prince of Beijing, Shang Qing, is known to be venomous and cruel, especially towards his shadowy bodyguard Qingmin. I treated him like a dog, but he risked his life to protect me until the explosion.
Everyone said he was dead.
I went crazy, tore off the young master's face, traveled halfway across the border, and finally found him in a no-nonsense zone.
But the man who once knelt down to help me put on my shoes is now the king of hell on the border with life and death in his hands. He held my chin, his eyes were cold and hot, and asked me with a smile: "Master, have you found enough?"
Then he locked me on the bed.
[The arrogant and explosive young master suffers VS the tolerant and paranoid loyal dog attack] [In the early stage, he is my person, in the later stage, I am his life]
