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When he was ten years old, he shyly called "Sister Jiang". She was thin and small, and was an obedient little puppy. She imitated an adult and kissed his forehead to comfort him. When we met again, he was wearing a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and his gestures were as noble and pure as snow, and he was unattainable. After tearing off the disguise of the gentle scum, he finally exposed his fangs in the darkness. "Isn't this what you taught me?" He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her from behind. His voice was bewitching, and he shouted those two words almost playfully, "Sister Jiang." Only then did Jiang Jiu realize that the other party had already turned into a paranoid and sinister rabid dog in a place unknown to her.