Living With Your Memories Chapter 73

secret, unspeakable, shameful desire.

Yang Siran closed his eyes tightly, and his breath seemed to still carry the faint fragrance of that person, the oppressive, suffocating eyes, all of which made him addicted. He panted heavily, trying to ignore the eyes in his mind, and put his hands on the keys obediently, but his hands would not obey him and could not press the keys.

It was the first time that Yang Siran had such a strong desire for someone. His previously vague and hazy S3xual orientation suddenly became clear. The impulse came from an unexpected little accident. It was wonderful for Yang Siran, a destined encounter--- The winter afternoon should have been comfortable. There should have been a little lazy afternoon sun, shining down obliquely. But no, it had just snowed outside, and there was no sun. Looking outside from the window, it was still cold.

There were two evening self-study sessions on Sunday night, and Yang Siran left early. He was alone anyway, so it made no difference to him whether he was at home or in the classroom. He wore a down jacket over his school uniform, which made him look a little bloated. His chin and mouth were buried in the collar of the down jacket, revealing only half of his face. He had earphones in his ears, and he was listening to English songs one by one, just to practice his listening skills.

There are several marble steps outside the unit door, covered with a light layer of snow. Once you step on them, they are as slippery as a mirror. Yang Siran lost his balance when he took the first step, and fell forward. He didn't look up just now, and it was only when he lost his balance that he realized there was someone in front of him.