Eros, take you through sex

For a moment, Ye Chunhao was immersed in their love story and seemed to understand a lot. However, he wondered why it was like this from the beginning. Did all love start like this?

Maybe there was no pure love from the beginning, no wonder people nowadays talk about pure love.

He had pure love in junior high school, but it didn't work. He had pure love in high school, but it didn't work. He had pure love in college, but it didn't work. Instead, he fell into passivity and couldn't extricate himself. In the end, there was no love, nothing, and it felt like a waste of time and energy. In this impetuous era, it seems that there is no pure love. For a while, he didn't want to continue to think about these things and withdrew.

Qiuya rested for a few days and then returned home.

It was extremely important for her to take medicine, recuperate, and rest at home. Her mother took a leave of absence and took care of her around the clock. This emotional blow was so great that it far exceeded her expectations or her ability to bear.

She was exhausted both physically and mentally and was unwilling to believe in love anymore.

However, they were in love at the beginning. But the problem was that the man she met was not a real good man. Ye Chunhao himself did not admit that he was a good man. What was the standard of a good man? Men are really strange animals, right? For a while, he himself could not figure out what a good man was. He did not know what the standard of a good man was.

The God of Hate has not appeared in the past few days. I think Qiuya should be fine. As long as she takes good care of herself and gets over it, she will be fine. Time will heal everything. Ye Chunhao often comforts himself by saying that time will heal everything. He feels better when he thinks this way. In fact, how can the ups and downs of life become smooth in an instant? They can never be smoothed out. They can only be drowned in the heart and can never be erased.

But what’s the point?

It would be fine if Qiuya recovered, but Qiuya was still lost in thought about the past, missing the past. He was very curious about what happened afterwards, but he didn't want to get involved, but he had to get involved. It was really painful. Ye Chunhao was really a little tired of this job now. Maybe girls were more suitable for this job, but boys really couldn't stand it.

It's simply a tormenting thing, making you fall into love affairs and making you feel irritated just thinking about it.

But, didn’t Ye Chunhao say that he would do it? Now that he thinks about it, love is the norm in the world, and it is also a job. He can only bite the bullet and do it. Otherwise, how can he say that if he does it well, he will become an emotional analyst and an emotional expert, and then he can start a live broadcast and make a lot of money. Ye Chunhao felt happy when he thought about it, but the person was dead, so how to start a live broadcast was also a problem. Understanding love in the world may be crucial for a god of love.

It is also very important for people living in the world to be able to understand love.

But love is like a Bible, it seems to include everything, but it also seems to include nothing. You can't see into it, you can't read it thoroughly, it seems to be just so confused, so love tortures people, probably like this. The indifference we want is not suitable at this age. It seems that only when you reach a certain age can you take it lightly.

At this time, the God of Hate suddenly appeared.

"My dear brother, what are you thinking about here?"

"Why are you here again? What are your intentions?"

"Haha, what could I possibly intend? You don't have to be on guard against me. I'm next door, dealing with things next door. Didn't you see it?"

"what did you see?"

"What's happening downstairs." After saying that, he directed Ye Chunhao to look downstairs.

"What happened downstairs?" Ye Chunhao saw a lot of people gathered together, many people watching, as if someone had died.

"The woman cheated on her, and the man killed her. It's that simple. Because of hatred," explained the God of Hate.

"what!"

"Did you see that? There is a man in black over there, holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand."

Ye Chunhao looked around and saw a man in black in the corner, who was about the same age as him. "Who is he?"

"You know, when I show up, sometimes death occurs, so he is naturally the messenger of the god of death. He is responsible for deaths like ours, people who died of love. He then takes them back and makes necessary judgments based on the circumstances of their death, ultimately deciding where their souls should rest."

"I see."

So, the God of Hate pulled him downstairs and appeared not far from the Messenger of Death. He was around the Messenger of Death all of a sudden, and the two seemed to be talking about something. The Messenger of Death glanced at Ye Chunhao, and a chill came over him.

After the conversation, the Grim Reaper took the woman's soul away. The woman looked very sad and unwilling to die. The man was taken away by the police, and people slowly dispersed, talking about it.

"What did you talk about with Death?"

"I didn't talk about anything, I just simply introduced you to him. Don't worry, the God of Death usually won't appear where you appear. If I appear, then the God of Death will appear." The God of Hate said with a smug smile.

"Then I really hope you won't appear around me anymore. I always feel like nothing good will happen if you appear."

"Haha, of course. But remember, as long as you exist, I will exist. I am always here."

“I am speechless!”

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you. I made a lot of money today again, and I'm going to play cards. You just take care of your business here. You, the God of Love, are people without much money. Unlike us, we always have a lot of money. Haha." Just as the God of Hate was about to leave, Ye Chunhao grabbed him.

"What are you taking the money for?!!!"

"We need to spend money too! Brother, you see there is no need for money."

"So you were negotiating the price with the Grim Reaper just now?"

"Ah...don't think too much." The God of Hate seemed to feel that he had said something wrong.

"So you said you made a fortune?"

"Well, I'll tell you later. The God of Death owes me money. He lost it to me when we played cards last time. Haha. That's it." The God of Hate said perfunctorily, with an awkward smile.

"I know you lied to me. You must have some hidden secret that I don't know."

“哈哈，以后你就知道了。你不怎么花钱，那是因为你还是鬼的缘故，或者还是中间状态，就是不需要花钱的一种隐形物体，暂时不需要一些神所需要的东西。在神的所谓阶级里，我们就算最底层的存在了。很大的，还是别去知道的好。毕竟不属于你。安心做好现在就好。还有对爱神好一点，否则我会揍你。把你揍得烟消云散，变成尘埃。”他说这话的时候有些严肃，又有些调皮。

For a moment, Ye Chunhao felt that this God of Hate was somewhat cute, much cuter than the God of Love.