The pests in the gutter cannot survive the storm, and the fire phoenix in the golden cage cannot burn the shackles.
The two eyes looked at each other, and their souls were burning for a moment.
Tit for tat, misunderstandings pile up.
On a thunderstorm night, a lone wolf covered in scars knocked on the vampire's door.
The joking gaze was like a different kind of sharp blade, peeling away his skin and causing cramps, and he was dripping with blood.
"Come in on your knees, or get out."
The eyes of rich people are always so clear. Love is love and hate is hate. It is so clear at a glance.
The gold under his knees could not stop his desire to survive, and turned his destiny upside down.
Every inadvertent contact caused the fingertips to tremble and the eyes to heat up.
The white fingers lightly traced the thin lips, and the smile on the corners of the lips was breathtaking.
"You like men, but I don't. I just like the temperature of your skin."
The misunderstanding was solved, they cuddled up at night, and the moment they looked up and lit a cigarette and looked at each other, he didn't know how to explain this kiss. His heartbeat was beating like a drum, but it was clear that there was no touching of skin.
"The muddy road and the dim lights made me feel like I couldn't get out and the lights couldn't shine, until I saw the sun."
The young detective with skin thirst vs. The gloomy and mysterious bodyguard who hates the rich
Purpose: Optimistic life
