The young man with silver-white hair stood on a high place, his eyes filled with blue light gazing at the beauty of the city.
The moment he was about to fall, someone gently hugged his waist from behind, stopped him in front of him with one hand, and circled his whole body in a completely imprisoned manner.
"This is not good."
The man lowered his voice and put his chin on the top of his head. Xingchuan felt the body heat coming from behind him, and all his plans were forgotten in an instant.
"Mr. Dazai..."
"Well, good boy, I'm here."
"You have to be obedient and don't do anything I don't agree with."
Xingchuan stopped his strength and leaned completely on him.
"... Okay."
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Xingchuan, let us find the meaning of living together.
Purpose: For wild dogs