20-05-2025, 08:44 PM
"Zihan, what dream did you have that caused such a big reaction?"
Sam looked at me with interest.
"Uh... it was just a nightmare... I also forgot. It seemed like I was being chased by a gorilla, and then I couldn't run away no matter how hard I ran. Then I woke up after you shook me..." "Um, Sam, that's not what I meant
. Sorry."
Although the reason I made up is very good, it still feels weird.
"Hehe...it's okay, maybe I look too much like a gorilla, hahahaha..."
Sam laughed. Fortunately, Sam had a carefree personality and didn't care about these details at all.
As we were talking for a while, I always smelled a fresh fragrance coming from somewhere around me. Before Sam came and sat down next to me, there was no such fragrance. I looked at the TV opposite and frowned. He frowned, this fragrance gave people a refreshing feeling. I remember that the memory of this fragrance appeared somewhere before, and I couldn't remember it for a while.
Could it be the perfume Sam sprayed himself? Cover up the smell of black people? I looked at Sam on one side. It was very possible. After all, many people said that black people have some kind of body odor, and Sam should be no exception.
When it was about to have lunch, my mother came down from the second floor, wearing a pair of light gray cotton pants and a white short-sleeved shirt. It seemed that since the night I saw Sam go to my mother’s room for the second time, my mother was dressed very casually at home. Wear less revealing shorts and tops, and almost always cover your white and tender skin tightly.
My mother was washing clothes upstairs before. She had just finished washing the clothes, so her face looked white and red. She was dripping with sweat, which made people feel an indescribable feeling of admiration and turmoil.
"Zihan, why did you beat Sam?"
Mom walked across from me and Sam and looked at me with a smile.
"Um... I had a nightmare... Then I couldn't react and hit Sam..."
"Giggle..."
I looked at my mother awkwardly. After she finished laughing, she didn't say anything to me. She got up and walked to the kitchen, graceful. Her figure makes me sigh that my mother’s figure is getting better and better.
"Zihan, don't worry, I'm fine."
Sam looked at his mother who was leaving, then looked back at me.
"Uh... That's good."
I looked at his honest look, and I really couldn't imagine that he was so good at playing with women, but he was also so courageous that he acted recklessly.
Sam looked at me with interest.
"Uh... it was just a nightmare... I also forgot. It seemed like I was being chased by a gorilla, and then I couldn't run away no matter how hard I ran. Then I woke up after you shook me..." "Um, Sam, that's not what I meant
. Sorry."
Although the reason I made up is very good, it still feels weird.
"Hehe...it's okay, maybe I look too much like a gorilla, hahahaha..."
Sam laughed. Fortunately, Sam had a carefree personality and didn't care about these details at all.
As we were talking for a while, I always smelled a fresh fragrance coming from somewhere around me. Before Sam came and sat down next to me, there was no such fragrance. I looked at the TV opposite and frowned. He frowned, this fragrance gave people a refreshing feeling. I remember that the memory of this fragrance appeared somewhere before, and I couldn't remember it for a while.
Could it be the perfume Sam sprayed himself? Cover up the smell of black people? I looked at Sam on one side. It was very possible. After all, many people said that black people have some kind of body odor, and Sam should be no exception.
When it was about to have lunch, my mother came down from the second floor, wearing a pair of light gray cotton pants and a white short-sleeved shirt. It seemed that since the night I saw Sam go to my mother’s room for the second time, my mother was dressed very casually at home. Wear less revealing shorts and tops, and almost always cover your white and tender skin tightly.
My mother was washing clothes upstairs before. She had just finished washing the clothes, so her face looked white and red. She was dripping with sweat, which made people feel an indescribable feeling of admiration and turmoil.
"Zihan, why did you beat Sam?"
Mom walked across from me and Sam and looked at me with a smile.
"Um... I had a nightmare... Then I couldn't react and hit Sam..."
"Giggle..."
I looked at my mother awkwardly. After she finished laughing, she didn't say anything to me. She got up and walked to the kitchen, graceful. Her figure makes me sigh that my mother’s figure is getting better and better.
"Zihan, don't worry, I'm fine."
Sam looked at his mother who was leaving, then looked back at me.
"Uh... That's good."
I looked at his honest look, and I really couldn't imagine that he was so good at playing with women, but he was also so courageous that he acted recklessly.


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