“You saved me, to repay you, I decided to devote myself to you!” An Ran just did a good deed casually, but was entangled by this black-bellied, ice-cold face. “No... no need, I'm still young,” An Ran sweat madly inside, waving her hands repeatedly. The man, however, was very serious: “I will wait for you to grow up.” But, isn't your image of throwing a tantrum too unbearable to watch? Didn't you say you were like Cold-faced Yama, aloof and abstinent, with an eight-thousand-meter glacial demeanor? A certain brotherhood wiped a bitter tear and said, what's the big deal about throwing a tantrum? Neglecting friends for love, betraying friends for affection, and always have to be ready to be fed dog food. They just want to ask, such a brother, can we return him?