I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

late summer.The sun is setting, the balcony is breezy, and the body is as tender as a lychee.

Alex dazed slightly, as if in a dream.

He just stands there.

The gaze and the dim light, together with some kind of unspeakable impulse.

Leaked in the crack of the door.

Then he saw Song Ziyan stretch out his milky white hand and pick up the skirt on the bed.

and many more.

Alex froze. A skirt?

……

Julian put on her women's clothes, showed them to Alex, and asked him how he was doing.

Alex clapped and said it was good.

Julian's mood suddenly dropped, which meant that Alex had no other ideas.

He does not believe in evil.

……

Song Ziyan's mood was lifted, and the black girl's skirt covered his boy's body.

He was silent for a while.

Backhand, to pull the back zipper.

It seemed to be stuck, and he hadn't pulled it on for a long time, his hand was a little sore, so he put it down.

After a few seconds, he tried again.

He didn't succeed, and just when he wanted to take it off, his back was held up by his fingers.

Song Ziyan froze for a moment, then blushed.

He didn't move or look back.

On the breath is a clean, fresh, tangerine scent of summer sunshine.

He felt the tab on his back being pinched.

With a slight adjustment, the zipper was closed, and the fingers against his back were removed.

The house fell silent for a moment.

For a while.

When Song Ziyan turned his head, Alex happened to look at him, and their eyes met.

Like electricity hitting electricity, don't open it quickly.

Song Ziyan's ears were also red, his head drooped slightly, and he squeezed his fingers.Another moment.

He turned back again.

Alex clenched his fists and smiled at him.

Song Ziyan shyly turned his head away.

For two or three seconds, he pinched a little of his skirt and slowly spun around in front of Alex.

Then he was facing Alex, without looking at anyone, and asked in a low voice with a blushing face.

".How about it?"

The author has something to say: Alex: rushed.

My family, happy Valentine's Day, Xiaojun is back, orz has actually stopped updating for so long, I'm really scared [cover face] Thinking about it, let me explain to you, first of all, the truth is that it's not because I don't have time that I didn't update.

It's because I can't write down. [The face is ashen-colored] During this period of time, I have been thinking about how to write this chapter every day. (Really every day. No lie.)

Is there any reason for writing such a long article?

What's more, in the process of writing this article, I should have grown up, and I think many places will look better if that is the case. (Especially in the first few chapters of the article. Many sisters said it was embarrassing [cover face]. If I were to write it now, I would never let them have the opportunity to say embarrassment!)

Because of these two reasons, I often feel that I can't continue.

Then there is the damn obsessive-compulsive disorder. At this stage of the article, I like to choose every word carefully. [Lighting a cigarette], this is the root cause of slow writing.

The last is to abandon the pit.

Impossible, families, impossible.

During this period, I thought about re-opening a new book countless times, but this article was not finished, as if there was a pimple there, and it was impossible to write a new article.

Therefore, I will complete the short one!