The God of War Can Withstand Fighting but Not Speculation.

[The title of the article will definitely be changed, the specific background is tentatively decided, and many details are tentatively decided] On the battlefield, I was very crazy and hard-working. I was beaten by a large number of enemies until my face was covered with blood and my intestines were about to fall out. I was still able to fight back with blood. A second before he chopped off the enemy's boss's head, he pulled the boss's hair, grinned, and said, haha, you didn't expect that, I can't die. Then a man walked home on a mountain of corpses, carrying a machete full of blood, humming a tune as if walking. He is such a natural-born killer who can withstand beatings. For some reason, he never has the upper hand in bed. He usually provokes the god of murder with his sharp tongue and fends off the god of death. In bed, he begs for mercy and cannot breathe. His husband is a gentle, high-level intellectual who wears glasses, has pale skin, and a big frame. He usually has a slight stomach-nourishing feeling. He doesn't take off his clothes very much when he goes to bed. He wears a woolen sweater that looks very manly, but he can make the killer's wife into a mess in two strokes. The fingers that he only used to hold a pen and write all year long were slender and smooth. Unlike his wife, the fingertips were covered with rough gun calluses and old scars. These well-maintained literati hands were embedded in his wife's calloused fingers, touching the dense light-colored scars on his wife's body, and especially politely kissing the scars on his wife's waist. The very shallow scars were branded with deep rose-red hickeys. My wife's constitution is a mystery, the stab wounds on her body healed in three days, and the hickeys all over her body are still bruised after more than a week—an unsolved mystery in the world. As for whether his husband is a pure and elegant scholar, it is hard to say... The second unsolved mystery of the world. Intention: Return