I dressed up as the cumshot girlfriend who died the worst in the novel, and the system forced me to cuckold a crazy batch of supporting actors, otherwise I would be killed. But right at the beginning, he crushed my wrist and said with a smile that he wanted to put it in a photo frame. The system warned him that he was "not the person in the book." The two forces of silver and scarlet were fighting in his body. He mutilated himself to suppress his madness while making sweet and sour pork ribs for me. I refused all the tasks, but before he fell into coma, I heard him say: "When you lie, your right ear will be red." It turned out that he had long recognized that I was a fake, but he still protected me in his arms. When the tip of the system's knife was pressed against his throat, I stood in front of him - since wearing it has become your medicine, don't let me quit.
