Before he died, the man entrusted his son to his friend
Thinking of his friend's sexual orientation and attributes, he spoke again
"Remember, the one I entrusted to you is my son, not your wife."
He rolled his eyes, "I'm lustful, not BT" {A few years later
He bit his lower lip and swallowed the loud sound.
The boy on my body couldn't help crying
"Why don't you like me? Is it because of my dad? Tell me!
Good news, I'm not BT
Bad news, your son is really...
Concept: Before he died, a man entrusted his son to a good friend. Thinking of his friend's sexual orientation and attributes, he spoke again, "Remember, what I entrusted to you is my son, not your wife." He rolled his eyes, "I am lustful, not BT." {A few years later, he bit his lower lip and swallowed his broken voice. The boy in me couldn't help crying, "Why don't you like me? Is it because of my dad? You say it! Good news, I'm not BT. Bad news, your son is real.