“I’m not crazy, you’ll agree to this, right, Barlow?”
In the dimly lit room, Bruce wore a black silk nightgown, which made his skin appear even whiter.
Bruce has algae-green hair and pale green eyes.
At this moment, he was waiting expectantly for Barlow's answer.
Barlow looked down at Bruce and felt that Bruce was slowly becoming a stranger to him.
Before they got together and were still living together, every time Bruce was fast asleep, Barlow would be so excited that he couldn't sleep and would quietly observe Bruce all night.
When Bruce closes his eyes, faint bluish veins can be seen through his delicate eyelids, making him look incredibly fragile, yet they tug at his heartstrings.
Looking at Bruce beside him, all of Barlow's dissatisfaction and grievances would vanish.
There are hundreds of billions of females in interstellar space.
Very few are as lucky as him to have the opportunity to care for male insects.
But later, Bruce discovered his spying and kicked him out to the attic.
Then, one new female servant after another moved into their house.
Without exception, all of these new faces bear a resemblance to Barlow.
Too many coincidences will arouse suspicion.
When the third female servant arrived, Bruce, drunk, said something.
In his heart, there is a white moonlight that he can never forget.
All the female servants looked somewhat similar to the White Moonlight, while Balo resembled her nine-tenths.
What is a "white moonlight"? It's someone you can only admire but never reach.
Every night, the moon rises, and its light shines upon the earth; this is an inevitable cycle.
Bruce loves the white moonlight, and so does he.
He didn't even dare to desecrate the white moonlight in his heart, and he had never even touched Balo, who was nine-tenths similar to him.
Bruce once said to the female servants:
“Barlow is a replica, and you are just imitations. I can’t bear to look at Barlow’s face, which resembles his; it makes me feel guilty.”
So I had no choice but to settle for second best and sleep with you all.
The females found it hard to accept this truth, but dared not get angry with the males.
As a result, the female servants seemed to be full of sarcasm, and whenever they had the chance, they would sarcastically berate Ballow.
"No matter how similar you are, you're just a stand-in. Without this face, you're nothing!"
Barlow silently recalled their past.
He discovered that Bruce hadn't changed at all.
They are equally willful, disregarding the feelings of others, and equally obsessed with their "white moonlight."
Bruce pleaded repeatedly in a low voice, "Please, Barlow."
Barlow reached out, wanting to smooth his downcast eyes, but then withdrew his hand halfway through.
"Don't frown, I'll listen to you."
Barlow realized he still didn't want to see the disappointment in Bruce's eyes.
It's like a sports car; you have to save up to buy one.
He didn't want to refuse Bruce, because if he did, Bruce would look at him with disappointment.
The next day.
Bruce instructed:
"Barlow, you don't have to do anything today. Just wear this work uniform and repair the machines in the garage. If the clothes are in the way, feel free to take them off."
Barlow put on a dark blue denim overalls as Bruce had requested.
In the early morning, he first watered his F6 farmland and sprayed pesticides.
Then he went home and drove the large agricultural machinery out of the warehouse.
Barlow stood in front of the farm vehicle, hands on his hips, for a while, and then decided to change a tire.
He lifted the tire, which was two meters in diameter, with one hand and dragged it to the front of the farm vehicle.
The bulging muscles on his arms stretched his work clothes so much that their lines were visible.
Barlow focused intently on changing the tires and applying oil to the bearings, working until sunset.
As the sunset appeared on the horizon.
The jumpsuit top had been taken off and was hanging down at the waist and behind the body.
Her honey-colored skin was shrouded in a hazy shadow by the sunset.
Barlow was wearing a pair of white velvet gloves, and his gloves and clothes were covered in engine oil.
He dragged the replaced tire into the warehouse.
When exerting force, the power of the waist and abdomen is clearly visible.
In another farmland separated by a few small trees.
Bruce is chatting with his new neighbors.
Bruce, holding up his binoculars, looked at Barlow as he worked, shook his head and smiled wryly:
"Barlow is really good in that area. Even though we're already together, he still goes to brothels to release his pent-up energy. Can you help him?"
I told him about you yesterday.
As a result, he spent the whole day at home repairing his car, even exposing his upper body in the process.
I feel like he's just trying to get your attention.
[I need to write something, but the review process is too slow tonight, so I'll post it tomorrow. Adding 3000 words.]
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