I like men and I'm gay.
I guess I'm a pervert, a pervert who only likes men.
When I was a student, the person I liked was the basketball captain who was one year older than me. He was in his prime and high-spirited that year. When everyone rejected me from joining the basketball team, he stood up and protected me behind him, telling those people: Anyone has the right to like basketball.
I really like him, because he is the only one who will not laugh at me or dislike me. He often takes me to inter-school basketball games. Although he is only a substitute player, I am still very happy.
I once had extravagant hopes that it would be great if I could always be by his side and be his substitute player for the rest of my life!
But he doesn't like men because he always has many girlfriends, and the woman who finally became his wife was the one I helped him pursue. My unrequited love has always been unrequited love. Seeing him getting married made me heartbroken beyond measure, but I still forced myself to attend his wedding with a smile.
I told myself that as long as he lives happily and lives happily, my happiness doesn't matter.
Anyway, I don't plan to fall in love again in my life.
But at his wedding, I met the person who changed my life.
He stood in the corner from a distance, as if admiring all this.
I wiped away my tears silently, fearing to reveal more emotions, so I left the show early.
But I never expected that he would come to the door.
Threaten me to be his secret lover.
Conception: