——I would like to write this article to commemorate a journey, a few people, and those unforgettable times.
Liu Yue looked at me with his clear and handsome eyes. His big eyes were black and white under the black goose feather-like eyelashes. He said in a low voice: "Xiao Xiang, I don't care whose substitute you regard me as. In short, we are together now. I can allow you to remember him, but you are not allowed to think about him."
I tightened my arms tightly and said with a smile: "As you command, my dear wife."
He raised his hand and punched me: "Fuck you, who is your wife!" After a pause, the person in his arms suddenly sneered, "Don't treat me as a woman, I am not gay. Xiao Xiang, without you, I am not gay."
Without you, I'm not gay. I listened to these words indifferently and remembered that three years ago, I looked at Luo Bin and said coolly: "Like you? How is that possible? I'm not gay."
At that time, there were nine words stuck in my throat, and in the end I didn't dare to say them out.