"The room is clean and has no peculiar smell. If you are either a transvestite or a gay,"
I don't know how he could say such a thing. It felt like my mind was being spied on, which made me feel guilty. I could only pretend to be calm and say, "Get out, you are the one."
He didn't take it seriously and continued to look at my room. He seemed to be at home, lying on my bed naturally.
"Sit down, aren't you tired of standing?".
Intention: I hide my love in the wind