Seven-Day Contract: Male God, Don't Mess Around

A one-to-one story about dog abuse and sweet petting, lots of high-sugar dog food! ! ! ! Wenjia stood at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, looking at the man he had only known for eight days, with a confused look on his face. The male god Xunmo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and unlike his usual gentle look, he leaned close to Wenjia's ear and whispered ambiguously "Jiajia, I am very satisfied with our cohabitation life for these seven days. Let's get married." After the marriage, Wenjia collapsed on the bed more than once, rubbing her waist and conducting deep soul torture on herself. Did she dig a hole and bury herself? The male god, he promised to have no desires and demands, he promised to be aloof, he promised to have a calm heart, but he promised to stop at a glance? Also, what if you said you won't be tempted?