Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

Plot style: [Pleasant, paranoid, scumbag × humble and depressed] Fragment: "Good night? As his name suggests, he is very gentle." When we first met, the man murmured his name between his lips and teeth, like a whisper, and looked at him with eyes A bit of appreciation and interest.Qiao good night lowered her eyes and blushed slightly.Later, he lightly clasped his ten fingers and put a wedding ring on him. There was nowhere to hide Wen Wei's love. He said, "An An, I will be good to you all my life." If he hadn't strayed into that study and saw The photo of the boy who should have been dead for many years, then, he should have had this sweet dream for a long, long time.Chu Yan grabbed his neck and said viciously: "What kind of thing are you, you are also worthy of being compared with him?!" Qiao An Wan only realized at this time that Chu Yan's heart has white moonlight, and he is just a drop on the wall The dried mosquito blood made Chu Yan feel dirty even at a glance. *The wind that night was very gentle, and Qinghui Yule spilled over the dark red floor. That was the last scene he saw before he left.He clearly remembered that a long, long time ago, someone once said to him, "An An, I owe you a wedding." * At that late wedding, Chu Yan hugged the cold Qiao Goodnight and kissed him with red eyes. Bloodless lips, eyes like joy or sadness.He said, "Ann, we are finally married."