As the demon king of the wolf tribe, Quan Qi, who had turned his hands into clouds and rain in both human and demon worlds, was in trouble at the hands of a human girl with yellow hair. Little did he know that he was born to meet her, a long time ago. "Mother Meng, can you really forget your love after drinking this?"
The veiled Po Meng replied, "Yes, but..." Before she could finish her words, Po Meng was silent as she looked at the bowl without a drop left. Three lives of entanglement and three lives of sadomasochism could not be solved with a bowl of soup.
The first life: "Big dog, come home with me." With a childish and fair face, she stretched out her little hand and looked down at Quan Qi, who was seriously injured and in his original state with blood stains all over his body.
The second life: "Hey! Big dog, I heard that you are looking for someone, have you found it? Why don't you ask me to help you find someone?" The same face, but the beautiful face is a little more arrogant and willful.
The third life: "Uncle Wolf, why should I go to kindergarten for...? Is it because Kuikui is disobedient? Uncle Wolf doesn't want... Me." At the age of three, she was unexpectedly sensitive.