"I don't know when it started, but every night at 23:22, he hears a dull drumming sound in the bedroom. It's more like a plastic bucket covered with a layer of skin than a drum. It sounds twice: thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, then repeats: thump-thump, thump-thump-thump." After typing this note, Fang Ning rubbed his eyes. "What the hell is this guy writing?" Nan Zhuwen glanced over and burst out laughing. Fang Ning said nothing, just shoved his icy hand down the back of Nan Zhuwen's collar. After a moment, he said, "You'll forget."
An eccentric, unpredictable top x a seemingly calm, actually irritable and volatile bottom. A story caught between the imagined and the real. If you can laugh, it's definitely because the bottom is too cute to resist cuddling! (Not an age-gap romance.)
