“Mechanisms?”
They don't exist.
They have no history or factual basis. They are the boundless imaginings of the ancients, found only in scattered fragments of legend.
“Hey, what do you mean by that?” Tang Jin planted one foot on a stool and leaned his handsome face down toward him. “When this is over, I'll take you...”
“Outrageous!” Mo Qingming gritted his teeth, the tips of his ears reddening. “Marry me? As if you're worthy!”
Tang Jin stammered, “Take your life. What's wrong with that?”
“Who wants to be brothers with you?”
“I want to be with you.” Mo Qingming bit his lip hard, his fingertips tense, the words caught in his throat. “I want us to be...”
“The most like-minded married couple in the world.”
It once existed, and it has never disappeared.
I was born for you.
