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

Alex's heart throbbed, and he pretended to smile lightly and said, "It's so beautiful."

"What about the girls you've seen?"

Alex became serious: "You are the most beautiful."

"..."

Song Ziyan lowered his head, blushing like an iced watermelon from the school canteen.

He turned around and was about to pick up the clothes on the floor.

Just listen to Alex call him.

"Julian."

Song Ziyan turned his head.

Alex suddenly didn't dare to look at him, his ears turned red: "I...uh, I didn't lie."

A gust of wind blows a corner of the gauze curtain.

It was getting late in the world, the setting sun was golden, and a piece fell on the side of Alex's face.

The house is very quiet.

He seemed to hear his own heartbeat, once, twice, boom, boom.

He looked at Song Ziyan.

He said.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

The two looked at each other.

The wind outside the window has stopped, the gauze curtains have returned to silence, and the light in the room has also faded.

Little moment.

"... Oh." Song Ziyan turned his head, his face felt hot for some reason, what the hell.

what.

What was wrong, he couldn't tell.

Then listen to Alex behind him.

"Then, Julian, I'm going first."

"……Walk?"

"Ah. I came here today... to help Ivan get books. The three of us went to the bookstore together."

That day was also the first time Song Ziyan and Ivan came to Alex to rent a house to play.

Ivan left the book behind and forgot it, so he didn't come to get it.

The two went to the gym today, and Ivan remembered it and asked Alex to help him, because he still had something to do.

Otherwise Alex wouldn't have come.

During Song Ziyan's stay, he would not take a step here.

"Oh." Song Ziyan nodded and hooked his fingers, as if he wanted to say something.

Alex smiled and said, "... Well, then I'm leaving, bye."

He didn't ask Song Ziyan why he wore women's clothing.

My heart was still throbbing one after another.

He actually wanted to be here.

Alex took a step, accidentally stepped on the clothes on the floor, and smiled apologetically.

He bent down and picked up Song Ziyan's white shirt.

"...No, I'll do it myself." Song Ziyan hurried over, took what was in his hand, and went to pick up others.

Then he looked left and right.

With bare snow-white feet, she stepped on the beige carpet and walked towards the sofa.

The skirt swayed slightly.

Alex watched, his Adam's apple rolled, and then looked down at his fingers.

He put it down.take a step.

He's already at the door.

"Alex."

Alex stopped and looked at Song Ziyan.

This evening is full of wind.

The gauze curtain was gently swayed by the wind, and the air was filled with retro warm light.

Song Ziyan averted his eyes and whispered, "First, don't leave..."

"what's wrong?"

".Do me a favor."

Alex turned back, "Okay, tell me."

Song Ziyan lowered his head and blushed. He didn't want to be shy.

After a while, he said.

"Help me...take some pictures for me?"

"no problem."

"...But, it's not an ordinary photo."

Alex didn't think otherwise, "I'm fine with what it looks like."

"Um……"

The broken hair on Song Ziyan's forehead was blown away by the wind.

He blushed and his voice sounded like melting ice cream.

"Yes...it's that kind of lewd, lewd photo. For example, come here."

He said.

"I teach you."