I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

he joked.

Fisher looked away, "You should go to bed."

But when he looked up, there was Jiang Xing, and when he looked down, he could only see the insteps on his knees.

He found a long thin scar on it.

Jiang Xing raised his toes and clamped his pajamas.

"It was scratched when I was a child." He said casually, "I climbed into the flower bed, but fell into the pile of broken porcelain that the gardener had just cleaned..."

Fisher: "No pain?"

"It hurts." Jiang Xing tilted his head and smiled strangely, "But next time, I will still climb the flower bed. It would be best if there were broken porcelain pieces underneath."

"Why?" Fisher was completely led away by him.

Jiang Xing: "Have you heard a saying?"

"Tears and cries should be reserved for others."

Fisher has not been able to understand such a complex sentence for the time being.

He barely regained his sanity, raised his hands and said: "Jiang Xing, I have nothing to you..."

"is it?"

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's okay."

"It's enough that I'm interested in you."

Fisher said: "You can't be so willful, not everyone has to circle around you."

Jiang Xing: "So?"

Fisher was almost lost, and sighed: "Not everyone will love you."

After the words fell, the smile on Jiang Xing's face disappeared.

The moonlight illuminated his face from the side, making it terribly cold.

Fisher intuitively felt that he had done something wrong, but he was hard-hearted, and still wanted to take this opportunity to completely distance himself from Jiang Xing.

"Like me," he said, "I'm under no obligation to love you."

"Oh."

Jiang Xing opened his mouth coldly, retracting his calf.

Fisher still breathed a sigh of relief, his pupils shrank, and his palms subconsciously raised against Jiang Xing.

"I want people to love me." The scorching fire rushed over Fisher, "If you don't give it to me, you can get it yourself."

Fisher was completely flattened by him.

The young man leaned on him and looked at Fisher coldly.

He raised his finger and tapped on Fisher's heart.

"Mr. Fisher is a good person." His eyes were cold, but his voice was soft and intimate, "I want to see if your heart is white when you peel it off."

"Like snow."

The young man withdrew and left, and the burning temperature also went away.

Fisher shivered, and slowly stood up to wash the cup.

It wasn't until the water overflowed from the cup that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Got tricked again.