A Bitter Letter

Zhu Huanli has been following someone for a long time. He secretly liked that person in high school. Zhu Huanli never dared to say anything, nor did she dare to get close. She only dared to follow him from a distance, take a few glances at him from a safe distance, and then secretly take a few photos to keep for himself. Later, the other party graduated from high school and heard that he was going to study abroad. Zhu Huanli held a bunch of photos and was sad for a long time. At the beginning of his freshman year, the dormitory for majors was full. He and several freshmen were transferred to other majors to live together. The others were at least with the freshmen, but he was the only one assigned to the senior dormitory. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter who he lives with, he is always a loner and a weirdo. When Zhu Huanli moved his suitcase to the dormitory, there was no one inside. He found his bed, wiped it with a wet towel, laid out the sheets, hung up the curtains, and packed everything neatly. Until after taking a shower, he heard someone talking outside the balcony. Someone came back, but he didn't pay attention. He opened the door with his hand and pushed it out. "Like men? I'm not crazy." "It's really disgusting." What should I do if the person I thought I would never see again in this life suddenly appears? It's quite a rush to wait online. He put the towel on his head, blocking his entire face, lowered his head and tried to pretend not to see it and walked in. "Wait a minute." One hand grabbed the corner of the towel: "Are you the new student wishing you a happy birthday?" Huo Huaize was standing behind him. He nodded with a "hmm", quickly pulled the towel back, and calmly walked into the dormitory. As a result, he knocked over a gaming chair and fell down himself. He immediately stood up and calmly raised the chair again. I didn't feel any pain or shame. The curtains on the bed were closed tightly. Zhu Huanli buried himself in the towel and kept rubbing against it. Got hit by a senior. I'm so happy, so happy, but I can't let the senior find out. If the senior hates gays, he will definitely hate him. Don't be hated, don't be. Zhu Huanli is always alone, dressed in black, wearing thick-framed glasses, with his hair covering less than half of his face, and his hat held low. He doesn't talk much to anyone, and no one will notice him anyway. Occasionally, the senior took the initiative to talk to him and had to speak. He lowered his head and never dared to look at anyone. His voice was very soft and he answered briefly, for fear that if he spoke too much, his secret would be revealed. He never wanted more, this was enough for now. Until one night on the weekend, he was the only one in the dormitory. Zhu Huanli turned off the light and put on his headphones. Behind the curtain, he took off his pants and stretched his hands down. The voice of his senior was in the headphones, which he secretly recorded. He didn't know how to do it, so he groaned a few times uncomfortably. The curtain was opened from the outside. The light shone straight in, and Huo Huaize stood outside the curtain, not knowing when he came back. Zhu Huanli didn't have time to retract his hand, his mouth was still open, and the little wet marks in the corners of his eyes caused by the pleasure were all clearly seen by the beam of light. Did he call the senior's name? Did he? Zhu Huanli was trembling all over. If it was over, the senior would definitely be disgusted to death. Huo Huaize's voice was very low and his emotions could not be heard: "What are you doing." The water in Zhu Huanli's eyes accumulated more and more, and finally rolled down from her eyelashes. "Don't hate me, don't hate me..." Purpose: Be brave enough to rewrite your own story