There is that killer who lost his heart, and he searched for it to the end of the world only to find a shocking disaster.
There are ghosts who wander around the three realms, and they can only explore life and death through physical contact.
There are those good-for-nothing losers who, in the end, get something that ordinary people don't have.
Love is a word that cannot be avoided or eliminated. Just like the unreasonable fate of the threesome, it was already written in the fate book from the very beginning.
Petals were flying under the cherry blossom tree, and a man in red lay lazily, picking up the petals that fell on his eyebrows with his hands, and the corners of his mouth raised evilly.
"You're here?"
"Yes, I want to learn martial arts." Fu Ruo said.
"Why don't I teach you how to kiss someone!" The man approached her face before she could react.
Fu Ruo felt something cold on his lips in the blink of an eye, and in front of him was the man's whirlpool-like smiling eyes.
"Perverted!"
With a roar, all the petals on the cherry blossom tree rumbled down.
Beside the lake, a man is practicing sword practice
He was wearing a dark robe, tall and handsome, with a familiar hormonal aura.
Fu Ruo gritted his teeth and said to the man, "There is something very important that I want to tell you."
"Huh?" The man responded casually.
"I was kissed."
"Oh." The man remained expressionless.
"I was kissed by Fifteen."
The man said "Oh" but paused: "W-what did you say?"
"I was kissed by Fifteen..."
"You actually kissed him! You! You!" The man threw the sword to the ground angrily and walked away quickly.
Fu Ruo stayed where he was, with a dark face, thinking to himself: "It was him who kissed me, not me who kissed him! Isn't it obvious that I was taken advantage of?"