The friction between disease and sex, the collision between blood and soul.
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Do you love me?
Before he had time to answer the other party's question, the silver-white blade that suddenly appeared in front of him drew a large area of blood red.
It dyed his white clothes red and wet my eyes.
The bright moon broke through the gray clouds, and the moonlight fell on the cold floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He gradually became blurry in my sight.
Goodbye.
[Wish you have a good dream tonight.