The aroma of roses and red wine is lingering and lingering, the smell of midsummer.
"Sir, here is your rose."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
In the midsummer of that year, he held a bouquet of roses and handed it to the Omega in front of him.
"Brother Lin, do you need an Alpha?"
"There is one missing at the moment, but soon there will be no shortage."
"Then... What do you think of me?"
"Very good."
"So, can I be your Alpha?"
…
It was midsummer again, and he stood in the former garden holding a bouquet of roses.
"Brother Lin, where are you? I miss you."
"Didn't you say that roses can convey messages for you?"
"Now, can you please speak?"
A familiar voice came from behind, slightly hoarse: "I'm here."
He turned around and hugged the person he longed for.
"Brother Lin, happy birthday."
They met in a garden under the moon, surrounded by roses that bloomed long and brightly. They met tightly, afraid of being separated again.
Shy, cute and sexy x changeable temperament
Intention: writing and playing