As a straight man, Yang Luo was born single. During college, for living expenses, I rented out another room in the house I rented. I thought I could live in harmony with my roommate, but I unexpectedly invited someone I shouldn't mess with into his door.
At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the new roommate secretly climbed onto his bed, covered his mouth, asked him for a kiss and asked:
Whose are you?
Is it mine? Be mine.
Yang Luo, whose mouth was tightly covered and didn't dare to breathe, was about to cry without tears. If you ask me, why don't you just let go of my mouth?#￥%@
This is a love story between a handsome boy and a handsome boy.
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Xu Zheng's perspective:
He saw him again, also under the tree.
This time, he won't be like last time.
The result of that time was that it broke his heart, as if his heart had been ripped out of his body alive.
Thank God for giving him another chance. This time, he will not let go.
Intention: I love you and I have no regrets.
