People who lack love always look at the happiness of others indifferently while secretly envying it.
The habitual disguise conceals his heart
But the desire is still there
But is it really the preference you get?
Maybe that's a little bit of charity left out of other people's love for others.
Mistaking charity for love and taking games seriously
I also got myself involved.
(Ps: Our protagonist can't stand love brain)
Possible surprises: 1. Hermaphroditism; 2. Clean water; 3. Whether it is clean or not depends on my subsequent plot development; 4. The ending must be he, but the kind of he is not necessarily; 5. The author updates while writing and actively absorbs readers' opinions, so sometimes it may not be possible to take care of everything (dog head saves life!)
Intention: Loving you does not mean losing myself