Tips: You are not a good person in the universal sense.
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As we all know, Fu Wenqian is a famous wood.
The little beauty pear blossoms bring rain and throw themselves into my arms.
Fu Wenqian: This must be a test of my psychological tactics.
The beauty's eyes are as charming as silk, and they are gently clasped and twisted slowly.
Fu Wenqian: There is no beauty in my heart, so I draw my sword to be a god of nature.
Xie Wenqing almost laughed angrily.
The wood seems to have no core, only one breath holding him up, supporting him to save the world.
Until one day, Xie Wenqing suddenly discovered that this man was far from impeccable.
There is a soft heart hidden in the wood core, and the cruel apocalypse has left that heart full of holes and dripping with blood.
Now Fu Wenqian will collapse completely with just a slight push...
The devil whispers. Such a cold, determined and glorious man will one day sink to the point where he only belongs to one person.
He will hide under the wings of a certain person forever, being comforted, being raised, and passively accepting everything that person gives.
Who can resist such a temptation?
The bad boy smiled.
Anyway, Xie Wenqing can't.
…………
There was a knock on the door. Fu Wenqian lay on the sofa and trembled imperceptibly for a moment.
"Do you want to open the door?" Xie Wenqing asked him for advice with a smile: "Is there a kind knight who wants to save you?"
"…………"
"Oh." The smile in the beauty's eyes grew brighter: "Good boy."
"…………"
"Why don't I ask another question?" Xie Wenqing stood up lightly, like a flying butterfly: "I hate knights the most - brother, go kill him for me, okay?"
He held a knife in his open palm, a standard military knife that was badly damaged and stained with blood.
"…………"
"Go kill him," Xie Wenqing squinted at him condescendingly: "For me."
"…………"
The knife was held. By a pale, skinny hand.
"Oops..."
"Good boy."
Purpose: rebuild a beautiful home
