She gently opened the attic door.
He was lying on the sofa, his tight legs lightly covered by his nightgown hanging casually on the coffee table, his head tilted back deeply, revealing his white and bright Adam's apple.
This was the side he deliberately didn't want her to see. It was decadent, wanton, wild, and full of male hormones.
He was thinking at that time that she was like that avocado, and he missed the best timing.
"People die every day in this world.
Some people died in car accidents, some died in earthquakes, some died in tsunamis, and some died in love killings.
And you will die alone. "
He finally realized the fear of nightmares. She came and went, loneliness fell like a cold night, and the pain was like bone erosion.
"If I say that I regret it, is it still too late?"
A computer genius with perfect skills in astronomy and geography
(The incompetent copywriter really tried his best...)