"What is love?" Looking at Huairou, whose eyes were a little distracted by the window, Lin Qi smiled and gently held the woman in his arms, "Huairou, this is love."
"You call killing love? You call imprisonment love? Do you call it love?" Huairou remained calm and did not even raise his head. At the end of the sentence, he paused slightly and then whispered, "Lin Qiyi, this voice makes me sick."
Looking at the person in front of him, the man suddenly became sharp and said, "Disgusting? Don't you like it so much? Don't you have to have him? I satisfy you! I become him! And Huairou, if this is not called love, then tell me, what is this fucking bullshit love! Tell me!"
Although he still has the face of Lin Qiyi, the voice is really that of Rong Yi. This man is crazy.
Concept: Tragedy is the only perfection