"Baby Ming, kiss me and I will give you exquisite jade."
"No"
Wu Ming still stood upright in the courtyard, looking unhurried.
"Isn't it important to you? Come and kiss it!"
One second, two seconds, three seconds. . .
The man quickly rushed to him, put his arms around his neck, and pressed his lips against his.
One second, two seconds, three seconds. . . The man let go of his lips, and Wu Ming looked calm, as if it had never happened.
"Why aren't you shy? Why don't you react?"
The man asked.
"Why?"
The man walked away angrily. He was left alone.
He stood alone in the wind, took the silver hair from his ears, touched the red roots of his ears, and sighed secretly.
Where is he from?
He didn't know, but the ghostly howl of the full moon made him sweat profusely and tore his heart out.
He got stuck in the quagmire just because he wanted to go out and have a look. Once he left, he would never return.
He said he loved him and was childish for him. . . But Wu Ming didn't say a word, but gave him everything he could, including his heart.
Is Wu Ming his weapon?
Compete in intrigue.
And in the end, when sharp weapons have no sharp edges, cats have no claws, and sharks have no teeth.
Where will he go?