In the previous life, Chi Xiaohuai was exploited by someone close to him and admired him. He was judged as an immortal sect and was spurned by hundreds of sects of immortals. He became a demon king and was eventually surrounded and suppressed. All of this was because of his good senior brother, Ling Wuchen.
Fortunately, God gave him a chance to be reborn. Although he was not reborn into his own body, Chi Xiaohuai changed his name to Huai Chiyu in this life. Everything was just for revenge.
When Huai Chiyu saw Chi Xiaohuai in this world, he felt that he was extremely stupid in the previous life and was indifferent to Chi Xiaohuai. However, Chi Xiaohuai did not seem to like Ling Wuchen in this life, but he clearly liked Ling Wuchen in the previous life. Huai Chiyu was puzzled and did not have that much time to study clearly. He just thought about how to take revenge.
Until one day, Chi Xiaohuai was so drunk that he blocked Huai Chiyu at the door. His cheeks were red and his eyes were: "Junior brother Huai... I... I seem to like you a little bit."
"??? You... You... Like me? This..." Am I so narcissistic? Huai Chiyu couldn't accept it for a moment. Seeing him like this, Chi Xiaohuai's heart suddenly dropped to the bottom of the cliff, tears burst out of his eyes, and he grabbed Huai Chiyu's wrist: "Junior brother, can't you really like me?" He was crying and Huai Chiyu didn't know what to do for a moment, so he didn't say anything, just kept silent.
"Junior brother... Brother, please speak!" He stared at Huai Chiyu with red eyes. Seeing that he didn't speak, he seemed to have made some determination for a moment. He pulled his clothes and kissed him. Huai Chiyu was stunned for three seconds before resisting, but Chi Xiaohuai had already prepared to give him a stick. After holding up the holding charm, the young man kissed in a haphazard and bumpy manner. He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing whether it was fear or shyness. His eyelashes trembled and tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Somehow, Huai Chiyu softened his heart and sighed in his heart, no longer resisting.
"No one understands you better than me, I understand all your thoughts, because I am you"
"No, you still don't know me well enough, otherwise how could you not see that I like you?"
You are the belated rain on my dry land
The author is not very good at writing copy0RZ
White cut black is attacked by x all black
Narcissus
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There may be both attacking and receiving angles.
Intention: Sincerity for sincerity
