Tomorrow and the unexpected often come at the same time. Who would have thought that this guy would come to me in the middle of the night and tell me that his house was on fire and he wanted to live here. Although I was angry, I was also a little happy. While walking in the supermarket, I happily bought him extra toothbrushes, towels, and razors...
But would he be too shameless to expose himself in other people's homes? Can I bear it?
What's even more disgraceful is that he actually complained pitifully to you just to be able to sleep in bed. Bah! Mind-set! Shameless!
Hate my soft heart. Let me ask, in this situation, which gay can sleep? Finally, after he was almost asleep, I dared to turn slightly sideways and quietly do something a single person should do. As a result, this guy suddenly said "Little artist, don't make trouble", which almost scared me to death.
He's a straight man, I know that.
But it's not my fault that he wants to come and live with me.