Under my skin, there is blood and bone.
My blood vessels are far more prosperous than the World Tree. As I breathe, they wrap around the alveoli, lock in the ribs, and wrap the dirty thing called the "heart."
This is my Nidhogg, gnawing at the roots of the land of the dead.
Chu Jing, you are my lover, the lover who cruelly spurned me on my dying days.
I love you, I'm going crazy, I hate you.
Please, please, look back at me again.
You see, I pecked my skin, just to let you see how beautiful you are reflected in the color of my blood. I gave you my stomach, so that you curb my appetite and give you my kidneys. You control my madness. I am willing to give you my limbs, tied together with that sticky breath. Are you trembling? Are you excited about it? I see you. The passion in your eyes that is about to burn me is You, right? I know you love me. Come on, give me your right hand and touch my left breast. Do you feel that soft and burning desire pouring between your fingers? Boom, boom, boom, I The Nidhogg pulses hot under your palm, give it to me, I can't take it anymore, scratch my skin with your nails, dig your fingers into my chest, find it, grab it, kill me.
I can die for you, I can die for you at your hands.
↑↑The copywriter and the author are both sick series↑↑
I just want to write that you fell in love with the wrong person.