[This is the existence called copywriting]
Before Zuo Manqi met He Qiao, he always believed that human nature is good. And He Qiao, with his beautiful face and vicious behavior, severely refreshed Zuo Manqi's three views, allowing a good young man who was originally full of ideals and ambitions to see the cruelty of the world.
Before He Qiao met Zuo Manqi, he had always hated things full of positive energy. After meeting Zuo Manqi, he became even more disgusted. He Qiao felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart for a middle school boy like Zuo Manqi who was full of justice and romantic feelings.
The result is that the purer the white, the faster it will be blackened, and the more thorough the black, the easier it will be to wash away the white.
When Zuo Manqi finally pressed He Qiao under him under the influence of alcohol, and when He Qiao had the idea that "this person may be someone he can rely on for the rest of his life," something awakened.
"How old are you to believe in Santa Claus?" He Qiao frowned and glanced at Zuo Manqi.
"As old as you." Zuo Manqi hugged the person and whispered in He Qiao's ear, "Merry Christmas."
Ahem, don't expect too much... This is actually the product of all kinds of imagination... I just wrote it with the idea that if I don't fill in the imagination, my mind will become SpongeBob SquarePants, I don't have any other ideas... And my family doesn't know that my imagination is so big, so...