I have a friend who I have known for three years. He is handsome, rich, and gentle, but I have never seen him in love.
My best friend said he was probably gay, and I believed him.
The night I was betrayed by my ex-boyfriend, I drunkenly asked him, "Are you gay? How about we make do with each other?"
He did not deny it: "You are drunk, we will talk about it tomorrow."
The next day he asked me with honey water: "Does what I said last night still count?"
I thought about not being in the same room, not interfering, and being able to leave at any time, and my mind started to heat up: "Make a count."
Two hours later, I had a red notebook in my hand.
Until I found out the photos he secretly took of me for three years——
"Aren't you gay?!"
He pushed me against the wall and whispered: "When did I say that? For the past three years, those words have been made up in your own head."
I was so angry that I wanted a divorce, but he pulled me into his arms with red eyes: "I have been waiting for you for three years, not just to be a roommate."
