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Synopsis

Qiu Huaijun doesn’t do as he’s told to do; his body is often covered with wounds.

His seventeen-year-old gaze like that of a young dog; dried orange peels, the dim sunlight covered by the curtains; intimately, ambiguously, kissing, crying and shouting and sweating; to lose oneself in.

“A perpetual enchantment with your indecency.”

Chapters17

Ratings & Reviews4.5 · 2

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