Xie Mu's task was to make scum gongs fall in love with him.
He skillfully disguised himself as a white lotus, delicate and pitiful, kind and naïve.
Even if he became an existence thrown away by the slag gong like a cheap pair of shoes, it didn't matter, because Xie Mu would quickly make him kneel and apologize, even willing to dig out his heart and present it on a silver platter.
-- and once the slag gongs fell in love, he would, step by step, lead them into hell:
[I didn't abandon you, it's you who abandoned the amnesiac me]
[I didn't cuck you on purpose, I was being forced ah]
[Even though I used you as a substitute, but it wasn't on purpose]
What could be crueler than abandoning someone only to want them back and find out that they've become forever out of reach?
Warnings: Fictional, brainlessly Mary-Sue, refreshing dog blood drama, love triangle antics, deceivingly harmless but inwardly dark main characters, there are no limitations on the morality of people, read with discretion.
❝The way you're looking at me right now
makes me wonder where you want me.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
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