The bedroom was dimly lit, with only a bedside lamp emitting a faint glow.

Even so, he could see the man on the bed very clearly.

Because it was a June day, the air conditioning was on in the bedroom, and the room temperature was 25 degrees.

The light green curtains are drawn.

The interior is closed.

The man rested his head on the pillow and slept peacefully.

The boy tilted his head slightly and walked over with a light step.

Even though he knew he wasn't making the slightest sound, he quietly held his breath.

Because he was afraid that the other party would wake up, the boy did not sit on the edge of the bed.

He half-crouched down and slender his body, his gaze silently tracing the man's face.

Without the cover of heavy makeup, he took off his long fake hair.

A proper boy's face.

It was the first time I saw this man for what he really was.

The tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and even with your eyes closed, you can imagine the charm of the eye waves.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of appearance is too charming, but he just thinks it looks good inexplicably.

Especially when you look at him with your eyes open, it's very interesting, and for him, it's an indescribable feeling.

This feeling has never been felt before.

So much so that as soon as this feeling appeared, it was so intense.

I never thought that the girl who crashed into my arms that day would be a boy.

No wonder I heard him laugh that night, and it was different from when he usually spoke.

The former is skewed towards men, while the latter is skewed towards women.

I didn't pay much attention at the time.

Now that I'm interested, I can feel the subtleties in the other person's movements.

The young man looked at it silently for a while, and couldn't help but raise his hand to flick the other party's forehead hair upward.

But a second before touching the other party, he paused.

The boy's long eyelashes moved, and he remembered his bloody hands.

If you don't want to touch it with bloody hands, use it somewhere else.

He leaned down slightly, his soft lips tapping the tip of the other's nose.

It feels good.

The boy slowly straightened up, and stared silently in the dim light for a moment, his gaze resting on the man's lips for a few seconds, his eyes burning slightly, and his beautiful Adam's apple slid gently twice in the dim light.

I'd love to kiss it anyway, but not yet.

The boy lowered his eyes and pursed his lips quietly.

One day, I will get rid of the past, hold this person, and kiss him well.

The boy turned and walked away.

The windowsill in the night once again crossed a white shadow.

The night is getting thicker and thicker.

……

Lorraine thought she might have Alzheimer's.

The bag that was obviously lost was found under the sofa.

Did you sleepwalk to get your bag back?

Or did the bag come back with long legs?

Lorraine sat on the sofa, holding up the bag in her hand and staring for a long time, still unable to think of a reason.

Never mind.

Since the bag came back safe and sound, I didn't see any scrapes or anything.

Think of yourself as having intermittent amnesia.

Lorraine recuperated at home for half a month, and the injury on his foot was almost healed.

I don't know why the doctor said it would take a month.

During this time, Kai next door would come over and cook something for him to eat.

It's just that every time she comes over, Lorraine starts to get busy. Because after the other party rang the doorbell, he began to quickly put on makeup and pretend to be a woman, and put away the men's clothes.

Try not to reveal your identity.

Kai's craftsmanship is very good, and he can change his ways.

In addition, he will repair washing machines, refrigerators, flowers, etc., decathlon, which is synonymous with the perfect boyfriend.

And he seemed to be familiar with the furnishings of his own home, which made Lorraine wonder if the other party often peeped into his house at night.