When Shang Yuan arrived, Guan Lu was already dead drunk at the bar. The lights around them were hazy and suggestive, and the crowd danced with abandon. Shang Yuan’s tall figure suddenly appeared, as if all the light had fallen on him. He was impossible to miss.
So impossible to miss that he walked over and planted himself beside Guan Lu.
He didn’t look like a lover. He looked more like a hired thug.
The real version:
Guan Lu lay on the bed, drunk and making a scene. He rolled over but still couldn’t find the person he wanted to touch. His face scrunched up into a pout, whether from the discomfort of being drunk or because someone had hurt his feelings. He mumbled drunkenly, “Wifey, I want my wifey. Wifey, hug me… sob…”
Hypocritical crybaby top × quiet, looks-obsessed bottom
Reader’s guide
Guan Lu is the top! Guan Lu is the top! Guan Lu is the top! Important things are said three times!
Modern setting where same-sex marriage is legal.
Pretty top and muscular bottom. The bottom has a darker, wheat-colored complexion and is shorter than the bottom. If that bothers you, proceed with caution!
Theme: Face life with a smile.
Although the attack and reception attributes irritate me, the character of attack is really unpleasant.
Well written. Code it