Novices practice pen writing, while brick-throwing enthusiasts take a detour.
Li Qiye's inner monologue: He knew that he liked what he did, and he also knew that he liked that he obeyed him. He tried to resist and escape, but in the end he paid a heavy price. Gradually, he no longer resisted, and became as docile as a lamb. He was very satisfied with him after the thorns were peeled off. He said that it could give him anything except freedom, and what he wanted most was freedom.
This copy is too simple, I will gradually improve it in the future o(╯□╰)o