I discovered that I took the initiative to confess my love, held hands for the first time secretly, and kissed me for the first time while I was drunk. I couldn't help but applaud my courage, and I couldn't help but worry about whether I would never be able to sleep with him in this life. After all, two people had to do this together, and one person couldn't take the initiative. One day I said to him coyly: "Hey... That..." He glanced at me sideways and then continued working. I pursed my lower lip and said like a mosquito, "Is that what you are... Not good at...?" After saying that, I quickly raised my eyes to look at him, but he didn't seem to hear, because he was still working seriously. Until one night, he tortured me until midnight and refused to let me go. He bit my earlobe and whispered, "Huh? I can't do it?"