He Wasn't Qi Bai

The two of them locked their rented house and walked towards the street. Their hands didn't touch each other, even though Yu Weimin's arms and hands were wrapped. His fingers were open, and he could still move them a little.

But he continued to walk, not intending to touch the man beside him.

It was early in the morning, and Yu Weimin didn't know what to do on this so-called date. His only intention was to force Pan Zihao to spend more time with him and act romantically. At some point, the man would stop acting.

That was his main focus. After that, he would leave this world when the hatred value reached zero, since he had more worlds to go to and more marshals to save.

How could he let himself be carried away like that?

Even though it would be good to take a small break, wouldn't it?