Lu Nanjiang died. Not all of them died of illness. Someone injected a large amount of morphine into his IV tube.
He knew who that person was, his brother, dear.
Lu Nanjiang is a seductress and very flirtatious. Of course, he is also a scumbag. This is how he thinks about himself, and he has a game-playing attitude. Every relationship he has has ended in vain like this. The adult world does not need to be lost. Only losers will be devastated by the end of love. If you are good enough, you will have the capital to keep the other person's heart.
Now, Lu Nanjiang stood calmly in the darkness. Dressed in white, he looked particularly cold. He was waiting for the legendary messenger of hell to come to him, and at the same time he calmly looked at the things in front of him. His brother, holding a syringe in his hand, was still pushing morphine into the infusion tube. Even though the man was already dead, the man still did what he was doing seriously and carefully. Lu Nanjiang stood on the cold floor and watched for a long time.
Lu Beiting finally finished what he was doing. The white hospital lights shone around him. The tall man slowly knelt down on one knee and stared intently at the deceased on the hospital bed. There was a hint of loneliness in his figure. The man looked at the already cold body and murmured in a daze.
"Why don't you obey?"
"..."
"Why are you always running around?"
"..."
"Brother likes Nanjiang..."
"..."
Lu Nanjiang's right eyelid suddenly twitched, and then he saw Lu Beiting kissing him, a dead person. His brother kissed the dead man, and after a confession...
Intention: I have been restrained after spending too much time, learn to be a good person.