Little Red Mouse

It's not my first time to go to the club, but it's my first time to see him.
He is very handsome. . . But he's in a state like a dying man.
I was drunk, but I was sure my consciousness was complete.
I helped him, but he whispered. . .
"Let me lay eggs."
Wow. . . They're laying eggs! ,

My Boyfirend Is An Alien

IthinkI'vedonesomethinglatelytomakeAstonangry.Astonkeptsilentanddidnotspeaktome.Ithadbeentwoweeks,andtheatmosphereinthehousehadneverbeensogloomy.Icouldn'thelpcallingAstonandaskingwhatAstonis.


"Aston,doyouknowwhatPapais?Whydon'tyoutalktohim?"


Arturocamehomefromschoolandwasdraggedintothekitchenbyme,shakinghishead.


ThisisnotthefirsttimeI'vegottenthisanswerfromcountlesschildren,asIoftendraghertoaskthequestion,andsheseemsannoyedbecauseInoticedArturo'seyebrowsarealittlewrinkled,butthisisnormal.Arturoisaneasilyirritatedandwillfulchild,andifpossible,Iwon'tletyoubeinabadmood,lazy,lazy,lazy.


Butthistime,IwillletmychildrenbecauseIcaretoomuchaboutAston.LetthefamilyatmospherehappenwhenIask.


"SoR,canyoutellmewhatPapaAstonisangryabout?"


"Whydoesn'tDadaskhimself?"Arturo'shairiswrinkledmorethanbefore.


Thereturnoften-year-oldboyslikeArturoembarrassedme.


Yes,Astonisnotusuallyaquietperson,andsuddenlybecomessoquiet,youwillbeangry.


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