You no longer have to step into the sensual field or deal with others. You only belong to me, and you are the only private property in the palm of my hand.
Stuffy and cold-faced attack vs. Lively and seductive
Su Luo always felt that his neighbor was mysterious.
Living in Moyuan, where every inch of land is precious, the other party hardly goes out or interacts with others. The curtains at home are always tightly drawn, as if to block out the whole world. Only at three o'clock every afternoon, a snow-white cat would poke its head out from the gap in the curtains and look at the sycamore tree downstairs for a while. Su Luo guessed that the cat was probably the neighbor's only "social object", just like there was a world hidden behind the closed door that did not want to be disturbed.
This mystery was like a thin thread, quietly wrapping around Su Luo's heart. He began to unconsciously pay attention to the movements of his neighbors, listening to the soft sound of the curtains being blown by the wind, and guessing what kind of story was hidden behind the door. Is it an old man living alone, or is he like those lonely but rich characters written by the screenwriter? Curiosity grew quietly like a vine, and he couldn't help but stop for a few more seconds when passing by, trying to find some clues from the closed door.
One day, Su Luo was singing K at home and was shouting to the climax with a microphone when a rapid knock on the door suddenly interrupted the rhythm. He pulled on his slippers and opened the door. Standing at the door was a strange man. He was as tall as a pine tree, with deep and sharp eyebrows. He was full of heroism, but his brows were furrowed tightly at the moment, and his eyes were focused on the microphone that he had not yet put down.
"Sorry to bother you," the other party's voice was low and melodious: "You sing too loudly, and... It's not really nice."
Su Luo: "..."
Intention: love