Perhaps life is too smooth, and without twists and turns, boredom often arises. Although I am gay, I obviously don't have as many worries as in the eight o'clock sitcom. Ordinary. Of course there are excellent and perfect men. After I first started working, I have seen more and will not arouse any interest easily. Compared with normal people, I don't even need to gossip. Just dragging my life along like this, living in confusion before it gets the worst, knowing that I can't go on like this but still too lazy to change. If it hadn't been for the appearance of that man, it would have been more like a basin of cold water to wake him up than the emotion of love, but in fact he would have been more troubled. At least he had an idea. He originally had no thoughts about such an outstanding man, but he suddenly felt grateful for the dramatic encounter. Go at it with a little bit of delusion.