Leng Yu has been tortured by all kinds of malicious people since he was a child. Anyone who has kind thoughts towards him will definitely stab him severely in the end.
He is used to being hurt, used to being malicious.
But there is such a person who is like an immortal. I cut my heart out to him and put my life in his hands. I don't ask for anything else, I just ask for——
"Look at me and love me a little, okay?"
He glanced at the man indifferently and unbuttoned his shirt expressionlessly: "No──"
The shirt was thrown to the ground. The young man lowered his head and kissed Jiang Daochang's soft lips: "Not enough─"
"It's okay for a lifetime."
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"How to distinguish between dreams and reality?"
"Slap yourself?"
"What if it hurts in dreams?"
"... I suspect you are telling a ghost story... Then how do you tell the difference?"
After a long silence, Leng Yu lowered his head: "When you don't love me, it's a nightmare."
The chivalrous and fairy-like savior is attacked by the paranoid and aloof little devil.
Intention: Although there are thousands of people, I will go.