Wang Leng never thought that a hundred years after his death, Luotong would become a broken sleeve. He never thought that Luotong would hate him so much that he would not even allow his body to be buried.
The first time he saw Luo was on a rare snowy day. He was sold to a wealthy businessman's mansion as a slave, but was falsely accused of being a thief. He should have been beaten to death with sticks. When he was still breathing, he saw a trace of pure white in the snow. The man frowned, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, pretending that he had turned into a pile of snow, but was embraced into an embrace that smelled of plum blossoms.
Wang Leng died once, and he had already repaid the kindness he deserved in his previous life. If Luotong hated him, let him hate him. But when he was embraced in his arms again, the man was irresistible and lost, and he panicked...
Many years later, he was trapped in Lord Gao Shan's mansion and touched his sore waist. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He actually had clothes to spread, hands to eat, and mouth to open! What a shame! I couldn't help but pat the wall, but my hand was held, and I met smiling eyes.
"Madam, be careful..."
Wang Leng: "..."
Purpose: There is no definition of good or evil