Zhao Yiping, who had just graduated from college, felt relieved the moment he stepped out of the campus. He dragged his suitcase and looked at the people passing by on the street. Some were tall, short, white, black, with breasts and without breasts. Those who were suitable to be boyfriends were suitable to be potential boyfriends...
Zhao Yiping squinted his eyes that were illuminated by the sun and just wanted to cry. He lowered his head and smiled at himself, letting his dirty thoughts lust over other men. He was really a perverted homosexual. He did not dare to reveal his sexual orientation and could only hide his innermost feelings. The most primitive love of human beings could only be forcibly suppressed.
Intention: I can love you, but I can't love you all the time