[The gentle, sick, and weak male attacks the female husband of the black-bellied child, and the two of them turn into sweet cakes. The author is saving the manuscript]
1.
When you are lucky enough to read in your dream a fanfic written by later generations with your husband as the protagonist, you know that he has made great achievements in life and is famous in history. Even after a hundred years, he still has many fans in later generations to create fanfics for him.
And you play the roles in these fanfics: the sleeping husband, the helpless husband, the husband who is currently committing crimes, the cruel and tyrannical Huang Yueguang, who can be rumored and develop various ways of playing because of his disabled legs...
Ian Tudor, who has a weak character and has been disabled since childhood, is considered a family shame: Are you talking about me? Me?
Through those fanfics, Ian guessed his future fate from a bunch of obscene texts: he would plan an extreme male insect worship activity in the future, and be killed by his female monarch Yago. From then on, he would become a lingering black moonlight in the heart of the military god Yago.
Between clinging to the thigh of the female monarch who was destined to be great or taking advantage of his future murderer, Ian chose to lie down.
:... I always feel that whatever I try to do to Yago is just to advance the plot of those little dark rooms in the crematorium_ (:з∠)_
2.
Yago is very satisfied with her husband: his legs cannot walk, so he has less fun than ordinary male insects and is easier to deal with; he has a docile personality and will believe whatever he says; he has a gentle and beautiful face, and his smile is as tempting as a soft hook. Ian always listens to him obediently, like a beautiful pet puppy he raises and belongs to him.
After one night, things were different. His obedient hero suddenly learned to reject him.
He always shows a panicked face when he sees himself, refuses to eat at the same table with him, and even doesn't want to lie in the same bed with him at night...! Yago couldn't understand at all and looked around: Who had seduced and stolen his husband's heart? Who drove a wedge between them?
After thinking over and over, Yago finally knelt down to the hero at night, hugged her husband's unconscious injured leg very affectionately, took the opportunity to wipe it off, pretending to be sad and crying: hero, did I do something wrong?
Ian's face was solemn, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
It wasn't scary to know that Yago would kill him. What was scary was that he had read countless articles such as "Yago and his Ex-husband's Room No. 7" And "Fork/Cake: Man-eating Poisonous Mother Insect". He had read the articles in which Yago had forced love on him, successively, imprisoned, and multiple people...
It really made him ashamed, his two penises were fighting, and he even had nightmares. When he woke up, he found that he was locked in a small dark room by his husband, and was squeezed every day.
Ian said seriously to Yago: Honey, actually I just suddenly became disgusted with women, do you believe it QAQ
Small theater:
The male saint Ian, who "can understand the future and has the ability to predict", was pinned on the bed by her husband and asked him to interpret his future.
Ian hurriedly opened the fan fiction collection and read aloud with numbness: "According to the trajectory of fate, you will rape me next. Because of my contempt for you in the past, you were dissatisfied and locked me on the bedside and then... Uh... No... This is wrong... This is all nonsense..."
He was about to turn to the main plot and tell Yago about his future. However, at this time, Yago took out a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table and said with a smile: "Your Majesty the Holy Son, you can indeed predict the future. How did you see that I wanted to do this?"
Ian:? ? ?
Yago picked up the immobile Ian, held his two hands, cuffed them together, kissed his face with a smile, and praised: "You are really good at predicting things. Can you guess what I want to do next?"
Purpose: Cherish time
