Nie Zhi was twenty-eight when he met Xiao Yiran, and now he was about to celebrate his thirty-third birthday. Unexpectedly, he still felt a faint feeling of distress when he heard his voice asking for help.
Xiao Yiran was like a poison ivy planted in Nie Zhi's heart. Its branches had already extended into Nie Zhi's bones and blood, injecting the poison called attachment into every cell in his body.
Nie Chi tried countless ways to detoxify and quit this addiction.
However, whenever he thinks he has made up his mind, Xiao still has a way to make him waver.
①Not Shuang Jie, not Shuang Jie, not Shuang Jie! ! !
②It's so bloody, so bloody, so bloody! ! !
③It's HE, it's HE, it's HE! ! !
④The one under the year is the attack.
Intention: Born with good intentions toward the sun
