The blood-orange sunlight in the evening reflected through the gaps in the curtains, giving me a warm feeling in the cold and silent space. I knew it was time to get up from the sofa. . . When I opened the curtains, I was sure it was evening. There were two swallows standing on the 28th floor. They were probably swallows. They were wearing black tuxedos, combing each other's feathers, and calling twice from time to time. The air, which had not rained for a long time, was extremely hot and came along the window. The contrast with the room made me almost suffocated.
My name is Ming, and there are five protagonists in the story, namely my friends. Below, I will unfold the story of how they became dog lickers one by one from the first perspective. . .
Intention: Find the self that dares to love and hate; if you understand what kind of you will be more attractive, then become such a person
