The world is really small, and I became gay with my junior high school classmate I had a crush on.
He actually happens to be the cousin of his ex-boyfriend?
"Cousin, come and take a photo for us. Baby, smile."
That night when I was drunk, I confessed to him with a red face.
He didn't have any hope at first, but he said "Okay" lightly. After we got together, I discovered that the aloof male gods in novels who doted on their wives were all lies on a daily basis - why are they still so aloof?
Three years later, we met again at my best friend's wedding, and I thought I could pretend I didn't see him to avoid the embarrassing scene. But this guy in front of me is chasing me and chatting? Is this man, the man who keeps talking to me, really the same man who cherished his words like gold?
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