Obsessed with My Puppy Boy
At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.
Deer Hearing the Flute · Urban
Someone saw Buddha and asked the difference between like and love.” Lu Nanze’s pupils shrank immediately at these words. “Go ahead.” Shen Liangchuan continued slowly, “Buddha pointed at a boy in the courtyard, who had developed a liking for a particular flower. The more he looked at it, the more obsessed he became. Then, unable to stop himself, he reached out to pluck it and hid it in his pocket. Buddha said, ‘This is what ‘like’ is.’ The person went on to ask, ‘What about love?’” “Buddha pointed at another boy. This boy watered the plant, made sure it had fertilizer and checked the earth around the plant, under the hot sun each day. To ensure the plant didn’t get burnt by the sun, he even shielded it from the sun with his own shadow, till at last the flower bloomed radiantly. This is love.”