Leslie raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't understand what Steven was saying. I, standing beside them, began to feel nervous—Leslie didn't know my true sexual orientation. Fortunately, Steven didn't continue with his statement. He took off the backpack he was carrying, pulled out something from inside, and handed it through the gap in the door to Leslie. "Could you please give this CD to her? Just tell her it's a recording from our last gathering as a keepsake... and please ask her to contact me as soon as possible. Thank you."Leslie smiled and, still extremely composed, nodded slightly. I looked at Leslie's calm expression in amazement. I didn't expect her to make up a story so convincingly, and she didn't appear the least bit guilty.After complaining for about five minutes, Steven finally seemed to conclude his statement. He sighed and said to Leslie, "If you happen to see Alayah come back, please tell her that Steven wants to get the last song from her. It's really urgent."Sudde
Colten's face instantly turned red, "Don't talk nonsense to little kids!""No way," Steven stubbornly continued, "that ballet dancer is just as good looking as you are, and also, she has a mole under her eye..." Leslie's original slightly smiling expression had faded, and she said to Steven in a flat tone, "You've really got the wrong person." Like a different person, she exuded a soul-crushing coldness, and Steven was as startled as I was by Leslie, saying with a bit of fear, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you." He said, "I'm sorry to bother you," and hurriedly turned around and left. Like the day before, a group of tomorrow's gossip stars very cheerfully continued to make fun of Colten and Leslie, while Colten helplessly coaxed them, but to little avail. A short while later, Leslie changed her clothes and came out of the hut, and everyone was smart enough to stop making noise.Leslie has such a magical power, without having to say anything, she can already make the people around her
"You, who are you?" Zephyrine asked vaguely as she broke away from my hold. By the time I saw this, I was already lying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling while starting to think back to the content described in the diary. Indeed, if it's true that Leslie is such an excellent dancer as the author describes, then she definitely shouldn't be nestled so lowly in a small classroom teaching dance... Thinking that, I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already half past eleven. But... ...Zephyrine hasn't come back yet. If she didn't go to have dinner with Becky, and if she didn't have to work at the radio station, where the hell did she go?The smell of alcohol on Zephyrine's body was so thick that I found it hard to even breathe, "Tired?... What's wrong with you?" While holding her shaky body, I reached out my hand to close the iron door. Unexpectedly, however, after turning my head sideways, I realised that there was still a person standing outside the door, and I froze in
I kept on hypnotising myself, reassuring myself, and then calmly turned off the shower and left the bathroom.Zephyrine was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she was already asleep. I quietly changed out of my soaked pyjamas and took another small sheet out of the cupboard back into the living room and lay down on the sofa. With a weak heart, there was no longer any way for me to share a bed with Zephyrine. It'll all blow over, I said to myself before I went to bed.Is Zephyrine drunk? Must be drunk. It's the only way she'd kiss me. All of a sudden, I couldn't move, or maybe I didn't want to. Never before had I looked so closely at Zephyrine, and it seemed that if I leaned down just a little more, our eyelashes would touch. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster - but the faster it beat, the weaker I got, and the weaker I got, the more I couldn't move. The person underneath me still didn't speak, only staring calmly at me. The seductive scent of the wine o
"It's not Becky you love?", I frowned, "... Then who do you love?" Once again asking a brain-dead question, I couldn't help but close my eyes and lean over to hit my head hard against the car window. In order to hide my outburst, without waiting for Zephyrine to answer, I purposely smirked again and asked, "What you love, wouldn't be the pretty girl who brought you back last night, would it?... It's pretty good, do you want me to help you?" After saying that, the person on the other end of the phone went silent. I couldn't help but sit up straight, could it be... I just casually said that and got it right?Zephyrine loves the one who sent her back last night? Zephyrine seemed to purposely separate her words section by section, which made it very hard for me to hear, "Orion, it's not her I love." The other party, however, didn't answer immediately, and it was only after a while that I heard Zephyrine's tired voice coming from the phone, "When did I get back last night?" Great, she se
There was no response from the other side, and after a second or two Leslie lowered her head again and continued brushing hard. Following last night, Leslie's cleanliness disorder seemed to be out of control, or was it always like that? I, as an outsider, could only silently stand aside and look at such a strange Leslie, not knowing what to do. After about three to four minutes, Leslie suddenly stood up, probably because she got up too fast and got dizzy, her body swayed. I rushed forward and wanted to support her, but immediately realised that this was impossible, so I could only stand by and ask her worriedly, "Are you alright?" "Er... Forget it," I said, feeling a little weak, as the tape gave me a feeling similar to "Sex and Photographs", "I'm dead, so why don't I just skip it?" Leslie relaxed her body and leaned back into the couch again, saying, "That Steven guy today... Asked you to give him the last song." Leslie raised an eyebrow, "That sheet music I picked up at your hou
"Uh..." I stood up on stage, acoustic guitar cradled in my hands, and "fed" into the microphone in front of me a few times before I began to say, a little more formally, "My God of Fortune, Steven, has fallen out of love again... for the um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um... how many times? I think it was the fifth... Five?" "Yeah, the eighth time," I smiled shyly, "Sorry, I've just had a lot to drink and I might be a bit incoherent right now..." I cleared my throat and continued, "I'm going to send a song to Steven now, to try and show him that he's not alone... 'Nobody Loves Club', please." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a crowd of people on stage began to ghost yell. Someone from the stage shouted, "The eighth time!!!" Leslie suddenly turned her head and asked, "This is a pub?" The host guy on TV suddenly yelled, "Steven! Happy New Year!" Immediately after that, Steven appeared in front of the camera, but at that moment, he looked indiff
The melody on the TV finally ended, but just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a figure suddenly walked onto the stage, it was Miracle, suddenly seeing her again, I couldn't help but feel a little bit sad, standing in front of the TV. Miracle stood on the stage, put one hand around my waist, and held the microphone in the other hand and said softly to me, "Aliana, you're not in the 'Nobody Loves You Club' because you're loved by me. " As soon as the words left my mouth, the room erupted into all kinds of cacophony and whistling. I vaguely remember this scene, but had always thought it was just a dream, but I never thought it had actually happened. Evidently, I was indeed too drunk at that time. Wait, since this wasn't a dream, then next... I looked at Leslie, who was still glued to the screen, and tried to switch the TV off, but it was too late. On stage "Kiss! Kiss!" Miracle smiled and moved closer to me, while I hugged my acoustic guitar, turned my head sideways and kisse