Your arsenic, my poison. In the days to come, I will see who dares to touch you. On the day of Xia Youli's 18th birthday, she looked stunning in the city with her red dress, black hair, and spring in her eyes. When Li Fangcheng first saw her, he decided at the first sight that this little flower that had bloomed just right must be picked. The copywriting is incompetent, the author is a newbie begging for cover and attention, relaxed, HE, one-on-one, bloody, and a little sadistic.