He knelt on the snow, upright, and the dark door in front of him slowly opened.
"He" looked at the figure and said: Who are you?
His black eyelashes covered with ice crystals trembled slightly, he lowered his head and said: I am your believer
He suddenly raised his head, his black pupils bursting with fanatical fire, and said loudly: I am your believer!
Later
The believer pressed his god hard against the wall, and his pale pink lips offended "His" fair cheeks
Later
His god lowered his head and looked at his red earlobes being kneaded by his long fingertips.
She leaned against his lips and asked in a low voice: Honey, why don't you cry?
Western fantasy background, written randomly by the author, everyone has fun watching it
Note: Two male protagonists, first aloof and then a scheming god Gong
Purpose: Make progress together