When I like someone, to a large extent, it's probably because I like myself at that time.

In the same way, when you hate someone, it's probably because you hate yourself reflected in that person.

I don't like the reflection of myself in Angel.

That's why I hate him.

I also hate myself in the same space as him.

I'm not one of those people who likes to say heartless words.

Because I know that a word can hurt a lot.

As far as I can guess, my deliberate act of distancing may have been more painful to him than words......

But it has nothing to do with me either.

I watched as Angel's brow furrowed, a hint of unusual color oozing from the folds; I watched as his brow gradually relaxed, and his forehead returned to a smooth color.

His hair was dripping with water, making his face even more gloomy.

I was a little scared, afraid that he would be angry and punch me.

Angel stared at me for a long time, and finally spoke softly, "Okay, I understand...... I'm out. You have a good rest. ”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

I listened to the rustling of his clothes, the sound of his cautious footsteps, and the soft sound of the door closing.

He's finally gone.

I lay down on the bed and covered my head with a pillow.

The strange thing is that while my stomach is still upset, my desires are getting more and more excited.

My mind is fixed on the misty bathroom picture.

In the mirror, blurred by water vapor, a hazy figure.

A complexion blessed by the sun, a body blessed by God.

I bit my lower lip and reached out to my desires.

There was a haunting voice in my ears, whispering my name.

Damn it......

The cramps in my stomach overlapped with my instinctive thirst, my forehead was oozing with sweat, and my lips were almost bitten.

After venting, I collapsed on the bed in complete distraction.

The walls on all sides seemed to collapse with a bang in an instant, and the dust and bricks were overwhelmingly pressed against me, suffocating me.

…… I'm also a defective product.

After a long time, the pre-set wake-up call service started an annoying ringtone.

I carefully cleaned up the room and threw myself into the hot tub again, almost washing myself off.

It's still early. I slowly put my tie in front of the mirror and studied my stubble.

I don't know if it's because I'm not used to it, but I always feel that these stubbles are a little abrupt on such a face.

This face always seems to make people misunderstand me inexplicably.

Let's grow some beard.

I carried my light luggage, went to the counter to complete the formalities, and arrived at the airport bus waiting station at the hotel.

I was the only one on the platform.

The early morning sky is a delightful blue.

I folded the sticky paper with the boarding information and put it in the pocket of my suit.

Without a mobile phone, I had to go around in circles to pass the time.

The thought of going through the annoying back-up and back-up of information after going back made my palms sweat a little.

The airport bus has finally arrived.

Unexpectedly, the bus was plastered with posters for the concert.

Between the dazzling alien characters, I can vaguely recognize the word "Congrong" in the flower font.

What a ridiculous stage name. I tugged at my mouth.

At the end of the bus, there is a picture of the singer.

He is dressed in a perverse steampunk style, and wears a skull mask on his face, which is hideous and terrifying.

I got on the bus, still confused: A.K. always wore a skull mask when he performed in other cities, but he didn't show the ugliness of a mad martyr.

Why do you want to portray yourself in such a gloomy image in a city overrun by desireless alien visitors?

Could it be ......