I'm a rotten person. I take advantage of my good face to flirt with women everywhere, drink, fish, and play with men. I tell lies and sweet words. I don't even let the good people who treat me sincerely go by. I wish they all loved me to death. It's not entirely up to me. In fact, I also want to love something, but their love is too thin and my love is too thick. I'm afraid it will make people breathless. Only Xue Chao, a guy who is passionate enough, can bear it.
My life is a pulp novel. The protagonist is laughing and immersed in love, is broken into grotesque shapes, lies in the mud and is laughed at by others. There are too many unbearable plots in the book, but my heart is as barren as a blank sheet of paper. People passing by will cry and spit on me, saying that I am a poor scumbag. Xue Chao didn't scold me, nor did he say I was pitiful. He just stood in front of me and blocked me. If someone scolded me, I would scold me back.
My past is an iron cage. My parents hold the key to the door. When they die, I am trapped inside. I can't get out, and no one else can get in. I originally thought that it would be good to die inside, but Xue Chao refused and snatched the key from the underworld. I called him a fool and told him to get out of here. He pinched my neck and told me to shut up, then picked out the broken me and put it back together piece by piece.
He kissed me, told me to go home, and said he would love me safely.
I said yes.
Intention: Seeing you, I feel more or less adapted to this world.