Time passed by, and he didn't enter the store, nor did he make any moves. He just stood guard under the tree.
Like a door god.
It was a strange sense of security, as if I was suddenly accompanied by a professional bodyguard. Especially those green eyes, shining under the light of the canteen, revealed a deep sense of wariness and chill.
It also reminds you of a well-trained black-backed wolfdog.
Intention: It is mutual salvation in Tongzi Tower, and also mutual dependence in sinking in trouble.
Good looking, my type