I traveled through time and space into the comics drawn by my sister.
Everyone calls me cannon fodder, which doesn't feel weird at all. Even I forgot my own name.
After living peacefully for several years, there are still a few days left before the original plot. One day during the summer vacation, when I went downstairs, I noticed someone watching me in the dark.
At that time, I didn't know how hot and tender this gaze was, like a pool of scalding spring water, burying my drop of drizzle falling into the world.
Behind his eyes was the boy's equally hot cheeks and almost paranoid smile. It was he who opened the layers of gift boxes and took out my clothes, hugged me and smelled every breath, and said: "I found you..."
It's the pervert that I hated so much in my previous life.
It's probably a campus article (laughing to death because I can only write about campus), and there is no outline for the 1v1 relationship.
Intention: None