——You are my only medicine and the drug I can't quit.
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After Zhou Liao's world collapsed, only Qin Zhan remained.
He curled up in a nest made of the other person's clothes, sucking the last bit of warmth like a dying cub.
His memory began to blur, his sanity gradually dissolved, and only Qin Zhan's breath could give him temporary peace.
Zhou Liao knew that this kind of dependence was abnormal.
But he rushed to it, and this was what Qin Zhan wanted.
But when Zhou Liao trembled and called his name in his dream, when he collapsed and begged "don't go"——
What surged in Qin Zhan's heart was actually a secret and twisted pleasure.
He caressed the man's pale face, his fingertips passing through the trembling eyelashes.
In this morbid domestication, there is never more than one person who suffers.
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Short Essay on the Novel "Moral Loss"
Intention: In each other's illness, we are the most perfect dependence
