There is a person who has liked Shen Yanwen for a long time. Shen Yanwen is always in a bright place, attracting everyone's attention. And that person has no abilities, just like a rat scurrying around in a dark and damp place, nibbling away at the scraps of his life in unknown corners.
That man always wore a hat, with long bangs covering his eyes. He was short and thin, and his three-white eyes from bottom to top made others not want to approach this gloomy young man.
The first time Shen Yanwen stretched out his hand was during team building at a hot pot restaurant. The boy accidentally spilled the scalding water and his arms were red from the heat. He stepped forward to help, but was stopped by the grinning boy with a sentence.
He didn't take it seriously, what a terrible guy.
Later, I occasionally saw that person in my sister's underground boxing shop.
Shen Yanwen watched the boy dodge nimbly. Although he was small, his punches aimed at every opportunity were fierce, vicious, and neat. After the victory, he raised his arms high and enjoyed everyone's cheers and praises. There was joy hidden under the arrogance on his face. Shen Yanwen whistled gently.
Later, he approached step by step, peeling off the sharp thorns on the young man's body, taking off the hard armor, revealing the fragility inside.
The boy bit his neck with red eyes, blood seeping from between his teeth.
You provoked me and you want to live with me for the rest of your life.
He smiled and stroked the young man's neck, and spoke word by word, his eyes hot and serious, "My life is yours."
Newbie writing, please forgive me (bow)
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