This is a story about a male god and a little transparent person. The male protagonist's skills are MAX, the female protagonist's skills are scummy, and the protagonist's aura is wide open and sentimental.
I couldn't find a reason to refute, but I didn't want to let go: "Then... Then you can't live with me."
"Oh? Why?" He raised his eyebrows and gradually approached me, "You turned your back on me and refused to admit it?"
He moved a few inches closer to me: "Are you ungrateful?"
I took a step back.
He stepped forward again: "Are you shameless?"
"I saved your life, and now I have nowhere to go, but you want to drive me away." His voice added a lot of grievance in vain.
I think there is no doctor in the world who has a heart of stone. I don't hate him. Few people can dislike him with a face like that. It's just that I can't bear to suddenly become a person anymore, so he can't stay.
The author is a copywriting scumbag~