Hong Kong vibes / chasing her back / melodrama / raising him / 12-year age gap / the top is pretty extreme
Clingy, gloomy little brat top × gentle, patient fatherly bottom
My name is Chen Jishen. Chen, like Chen Zhaosheng.
He was twenty-two back then, a handsome young man so broke he could barely afford to eat. Yet to replace my cursed birth name and let me take his surname, he gritted his teeth and took on two more jobs.
Later, I grew taller than him.
But he didn’t know that the dampness of the rainy season in the south had seeped into my bones long ago, just as my shameful thoughts had been growing wild on every hot, stifling night.
I want him to regress into the Chen Zhaosheng who, after being swindled out of his savings in Sham Shui Po, would curl up at the head of the bed with red-rimmed eyes, waiting for me to hold him.
I want to become the lover who suits him best.
My love is this long, punishing rainy season, and the fate you cannot escape.
Small gray text: The rainy season in the south is damp and stifling, and so is love.
The top is pretty extreme, and the bottom accidentally gets involved with the top. (It’s melodramatic, after all…)
Don’t curse me. I’m having a great time writing it.
