Yanchen Mountain

Xiao Shu is very good at pretending. When they first met, he dared to deliberately seduce Zhao Shi. Later, whenever a man approached Zhao Shi, he would pretend to be weak in front of her to attract her attention, but when he turned around, he would dare to stop the man in a corner. Zhao Shi knew all this, but she could only admire what she could do. Admire his face, which is very similar to that person, and make expressions that never appear on that person's face, either tempting humiliation, crazy surrender, or love. The night he learned that he was just a substitute, Xiao Shu couldn't accept it. "You want this face or me, you choose." He held the knife to his face, the edge of the knife was against the skin, blood was already oozing out, and the area around his eyes was red, and he pressed Zhao Shi. Zhao Shi smiled, watching the expression on his face with great interest, as if obsessed, and then said softly: "Good boy, put down the knife." Xiao Shu looked at her and cried dejectedly. The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and his heart felt like it was being crushed into mud. Zhao Shi doesn't love him, Xiao Shu knows, but he just loves her. Love her coldness, love her aloofness, love her fascinated eyes every time she looks at him. Like possessed. In fact, at first, Xiao Shu just wanted to drag her down from the altar, but later he discovered that the place she was in was hell. And she was the king of hell, and he became her most devout believer. We are all sick, so we will go to hell together. *White-cut black and green tea puppy×Flower of the High Mountain heroine. Purpose: Learn to grow up and learn to be strong