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

Song Ziyan couldn't take it any longer, blushed, and put down his clothes.

The door rang.

Brother leaves.Listen to the sound, it's a hotel delivery.

Song Ziyan took the opportunity and hung up the phone.

My brother is too scary, he can't say the rest of the plot from his mouth.

then.

Song Ziyan trumpet.

Yanyan: If you don't like this...

In the book, here he posted a waist photo, but my brother ignored him.

Yanyan: So, chest?

Song Ziyan's palms were sweating, and he walked to the window.

On a road not far away, a heavy locomotive passed by, making a long roar.

With a 24-degree wind at night, the cream-colored gauze curtains fluttered gently.

He pulls away.

by the window.type.

Yan Yan: Are you a straight man...it doesn't matter, me, my breasts are softer than ordinary boys.

Yanyan: Do you want to see it?

Yan Yan: Tell me back, and take a picture for you to see.

next second.

Fegelein: Send it.

"..."

elder brother.elder brother……

Song Ziyan's body was blown by the wind, hot and then cold, cold and hot again.

For a while.

He searched for pictures of boys, took some screenshots, and sent them to his brother with a blushing face.

It was not published in the book, but in reality he dared not refuse.

Voice calls.

They didn't speak, only heard the wind outside the window.

Song Ziyan felt inexplicably cautious, when he wanted to call his brother.

Just listen.

"Is the photo yours?"

Song Ziyan's throat tightened, he grabbed the gauze curtain unconsciously, and said, ".Yes."

The brother smiled meaninglessly.

Then say.

"That's it for tonight."

Song Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, he got over it.This is where the book ends.

"Okay, then..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Will you contact me again?" Brother asked.

Song Ziyan was stunned for a moment, his face turned red, and his voice was like a mosquito moaning, saying that he would still do it.

"when."

"...week, Sunday."

Then I heard my brother say, "I'll be back at six o'clock on Sunday."

Meaning, it can be face to face at that time.

Song Ziyan pressed his forehead against the window glass, and gave a soft "hmm" as if cooling down.

The phone hangs up.

The night is gentle and the wind is intoxicating.

He dropped his hand to his side, still pressing against the glass like this.

Two to three minutes.

He got up and went to the closet.

He took out the suitcase and took out a sealed paper bag, which contained two sets of women's clothing.

……

Song Ziyan's whole body sank into the bathtub filled with cold water.

……

There are two episodes on Sunday.

In the book, he thinks that his brother is a straight man so he ignores people, so he sends pictures of women's clothing.

The dormitory is inconvenient and easily exposed.

He went to Alex's house, and when he was changing into women's clothes, Alex came back suddenly.

--Sunday, it was evening.

After Song Ziyan finished his cello lesson, he went from home to Alex's rented house.

He habitually closed the door and took two steps forward, as if thinking of something.

His face was slightly hot, and he turned around and half-closed the door.

He drew the curtain again.

Sitting quietly by the bed, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun printed on the wooden floor.

half an hour.

Hear the sound of entering the password in the living room.

……

Julian paused as he undressed, the only person who could come here was Alex.

He walked to the door and looked, sure enough.

Julian caught a glimpse of the two dresses on the bed.

He thought again of that hard-to-conquer, frigid Fegelein.

Julian thought about his friend again.

With the intention of luring Alex, he deliberately made noises.

……

"It's okay, we're friends." Song Ziyan whispered.

Then he dropped the book.

Inside the living room.

Alex, who bent down to get something from the coffee table, paused and looked towards Song Ziyan's bedroom.

He wondered.

Put the bag down and walk to the door.

The orange sunset outside casts in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the shadow stretches into a long line.

Alex looked through the crack of the door.

Along with the white shirt that fell off Song Ziyan's body.

His outstretched hand stopped in the air, his breath caught.

……

Footsteps stopped outside the door.

With his back to the door, Julian pretended not to know, and was about to seduce.

Unexpectedly, Alex pushed open the door.

The friend was careless and asked him what he was doing.

……

in reality.

Didn't hear Alex push the door...

In fact, Alex came in like in the book, it was better, it would not be so awkward.

Song Ziyan waited for a while before the system urged.

Is Alex still there?

Song Ziyan glanced at the women's clothing on the bed, and felt a little hot in his head.

The system urges again.

Song Ziyan had no choice but to unbutton it.

Then, the jeans come off.

He blushed for a moment, turned his back to the door, and was embarrassed to bend over.

He lifted his foot and his left foot came out of his trouser leg.

Then the right foot.

Song Ziyan was covered in nothing but a pair of white underwear.

He takes a step forward.

Behind him were scattered white shirts and jeans that seemed to still be warm.

He took off his socks again.

Throw it back.

Alex blinked.

The cream-colored gauze curtain filtered the evening sunlight, and the soft burnt yellow light hit Song Ziyan's body.

Like a Russian oil painting from the 19th century.

The author has something to say: Ah, everyone, happy new year [cover face]