The handsome-faced young man sat alone in the dim living room, with tears still on his face and a tired and reproachful tone.
"Why haven't you come to me yet?"
Her pink tongue gently curled around the mountain ghost money branded with blood, the cold copper pressed against her lips, and a little crystal water slid down the corners of her lips.
The next moment, the dark fog in the room dissipated, and the man with a charming appearance lowered his head on Ruan Que's shoulder and pecked the small mole on the back of his neck.
The man's expression was obsessed and tired, but the words he spat out were as cold as a snake's breath.
"As you wish, we will rest until death."
Ruan Que's sour adolescence was steeped in rumors. The successive deaths of his parents, the mysterious family background, and Ruan Que's cold and uncommunicative nature made Ruan Que's seventeen-year-old life dripping with blood.
The only thing that can give Ruan Que comfort is the shadow that often appears next to him. Ever since he mistakenly entered the backyard of his old house, the color of cinnabar on the money tied on Ruan Que's hand became more and more vivid, and Ruan Que gradually felt the presence of "His" clearly. Kiss him in the morning with the morning light, or hold him in his arms when you curl up in the darkness and lick your wounds.
Ruan Que wanted to escape more and more. He didn't know who He was looking at through his eyes. Ruan Que unreservedly showed his embarrassment in front of him when he couldn't help shaking or crying when he got sick. The glass shattered all over the floor, and the two men staggered, pushing each other further and further away.
When Ruan Que really looked back and saw that He had been standing there waiting for him, Ruan Que softened his heart.
Being soft-hearted is the first step to downfall.
Real Male Ghost Dog Type 1*Cute face seduction
Purpose: live a good life
