Two people who had nothing to do with each other became entangled because of an accident. To be precise, it is a sad story about a straight man who was forcibly converted.
Excerpt: It was night, and snoring could be heard from time to time in the bedroom. Song Lin was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from outside the bed curtain and covered Song Lin's mouth, and then a black figure flashed in. Like a giant dog-skin plaster, it clung to Song Lin's back and stretched between Song Lin's legs.
"My love, do you miss me?" The familiar deep magnetic voice behind him was close to his ears.
"Please, can you stop being so arrogant? This is my private sleep time." Song Lin bit the man's finger in protest. Suddenly, his chest felt cold, and Song Lin immediately became frightened.
"Brother, I was wrong. I was wrong. Can we talk tomorrow?" Song Lin quickly held down the dishonest hands.
"No." He chuckled lightly, defeating Song Lin in terms of strength.
Accompanied by the thunderous snores of his roommate, subtle and suppressed cries could be heard from time to time, but they were quickly drowned out by the snoring one after another.
Maybe it was wrong from the beginning. You should not be curious about the owner of that voice, let alone long for so-called love. In the end, you will get a bad reputation and a pain that can never be erased.
"Is he okay?" The man's deep magnetic voice was still calm and emotionless.
"Haha, what else can you say about a puppet that has lost its heart?" Dapeng sneered and ignored the man and left.
That man stood there for a long time and looked at the person leaving. Was I really wrong?