Small theater version:
Xu Wanghuan (hanging on Feng Jingye's neck and grinning): Jingye, I like you. From today on, you are mine. You have to follow me, you have to follow me if you don't, you know?
Feng Jingye (adjusts his glasses): Yes.
Xu Wanghuan (suspicious): Why are you not surprised at all?
Feng Jingye: I've been planning this for more than half a year, and if it doesn't work, I won't be called a gangster.
Suou Tamaki (looking dazed as he didn't realize that he had already stepped into a trap): Huh?
Feng Jingye: And you're a little bit wrong.
Su Wanghuan (still confused and has not yet reacted) What point?
Feng Jingye (his glasses reflected a white light and smiled slowly): You should be the one who belongs to me, Feng Jingye, Wang Huan.
Literary version:
Xu Wanghuan can always see through the subtlest emotions under Feng Jingye's cold appearance.
But I can never see clearly that Feng Jingye's greatest desire in this life is herself.
For this person who was always slow at critical moments, Feng Jingye decided not to sit still and wait for death.
He made a decision
Dig a trap to make you love me
In short, this is a story about a sinister and cold-hearted attack x a cute and insensitive story>