In the dim room, water dripped regularly on the floor, and the dishes in the sink were filled with water. A pair of slender white hands stretched out from the raised quilt on the bed in the room, holding a cigarette between their fingers. Gray smoke surrounded his wrist, and above it was a fair but bloodless face. The mobile phone beside him was vibrating. He turned over and looked out the window, his light-colored eyes stained with the green outside the window. The screen in front of the window sill was billowing, becoming the only moving scene in the room. The phone kept ringing next to his ears. He lazily picked it up and looked at it before putting it down. Slender fingers covered the crow-green eyelashes. A name kept beating on the screen - Guest. He got up from the bed and almost fell over when his feet touched the ground. Fang Yuwu shook his head and picked up the communicator. A girl's curse came from the other side of the phone, "Fang Yuwu, let me tell you, don't think that I can't find you unless others tell me where you live! How dare you go out with me and other people behind your back? We clearly agreed that this month, I'm-" Didi, he hung up the communicator. He got up and went to the bathroom, when the communicator rang again, but he didn't look at it. Soon there was a frantic knock on the door, and he was pressed against the wall before he could wipe away the foam at the corner of his mouth. "You haven't paid your rent for fucking months? Don't your financial backers give you money to spend? With your life like this, why not..." The man changed his mind and glanced at his face, which was delicate and delicate. The hand holding his collar gradually moved up to his cheek. "How about you let me play for two days to pay the rent?" The man looked at him with desire in his eyes. He slowly held the man's hand, with a calm look on his face, "Play with me? Aren't you afraid of getting sick?" His voice was clear and faintly charming.
Conception:……