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In the comments, there are only zero and countless times for women's clothing.

Emmm... it's only this one time.

I already feel ashamed enough.

It's not just because of wearing women's clothing, but because of the unsteady expression when he heard that someone was going to confess his love to DN.

Including letting go of missing him before.feel a little guilty.

Sentimentality or something, just stop in time.

I've always made it my mission to liven things up, haven't I?

Last night in February.

I stayed in the old library with DN because he has an early defense tomorrow.

I don't have anything to do, so I just browse casually in front of the bookshelf.

At about ten o'clock, the alarm bell rang suddenly.

I heard that there was a fire drill before, but I didn't take it seriously.

DN called me before he came to the bookshelf, and I said to wait a few minutes, and now everyone is going down.

As a result, when everyone left, the electricity was suddenly cut off.

Someone came up with a flashlight to check.

DN and I hid behind the bookshelf and didn't come out.

Looking out of the window, the surrounding buildings were also darkened one after another.

The road was full of people, all playing with their mobile phones, and everyone had a bright face.

Like fireflies.

The alarm bells are still ringing.

DN and I were leaning against the bookshelf, face to face.

The window shone in with very thin moonlight.

You can vaguely see the portraits of famous people hanging on the wall.

I was inexplicably reminded of "Operation Red Sea".

I feel that this situation is a bit like the crisis moment I imagined, it is very inappropriate and a bit turned on.

The alarm bells are still ringing.

A leisurely male voice reminded the fire on the radio.

Me and DN - but kissed.

He also moved to the window, kissed with his eyes open, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the fluorescent dotted crowd downstairs. (This caused me to look at this window every time I passed the old library downstairs)

We kissed for a while.

Until the alarm bells stopped, the lights came on, and there was a chaotic sound of footsteps on the stairs.

The kiss didn't stop until someone rushed in from the reading room.

Then, DN and I did not leave the reading room that night.

It's easy to avoid admins.

Old pictures are not monitored either.

When in the end there were really only the two of us left, I felt a bit overplayed for a moment.

I really didn't stay overnight in the library, teaching building or other places before.Moreover, the old picture is very old, and there are rumors of being haunted.

The good thing is that there is plenty of heating.

DN and I lay on the wide wooden table.

I feel that there are only the two of us left in this place where people come and go on weekdays, as if there is unlimited freedom.

DN said he had movies on his computer.

At first, I was thinking crookedly, thinking that this was to add to the fun?

The result turned out to be "Call Me By Your Name".

I've actually heard of this movie a long time ago, but I haven't watched it because of the title.

The result was very surprising. The story didn't have the sense of design that the title gave me at all, but was very smooth and natural.

Especially the part about peaches, it was so pleasantly surprised, I felt it had a sense of substitution (?), and DN’s expression on seeing Oliver eat the peaches was also very funny.

I said, haven't you seen it before?

He said, no, I downloaded it after watching a gay movie, just to cheer it up.

Emmm... The purpose of adding to the fun is achieved.

Because our senses are indeed stimulated by the film.

Soon into the state.

Indescribable on the table for a while.

I went to the window again and couldn't describe it for a while.

Then, he went crazy to the outside of the reading room.

In the corridor, when I was most absorbed, the light suddenly turned on!

DN and I couldn't stop.

Because it is the last minute.

Sanity is long gone.

It's worth it no matter what!

But once that juncture passed, his sanity recovered very quickly.

I began to think about how to explain it to the person who turned on the light.

The result - who is there? !

DN and I looked at each other.

The lights suddenly went out again.

DN slapped the wall.

The lights are on again.

I just remembered it was a sensor light...

Survived for a few seconds.

Feeling cold.

Go back to the reading room.

Only to find that the door was locked!

I'm going to be scared to pee!

The clothes are all inside!

Even the shoes are inside!

The door is a spring lock, which can be opened from the inside, but the key is required from the outside!

My hormone levels haven't returned to normal yet, blame DN for not jamming the door when Mao comes out!

DN said how could I make a move at that time...

There is a box of book cards on the table at the door.

I used the book card to plug the door and pry it.

I used to open the snap lock like this when I was a child.But it is estimated that the lock has improved over the years, and it cannot be opened!

Don't dare to make too much movement, there is still an uncle on duty on the first floor.

The heating is not as hot as before, so it must be enough to stay up all night.

Why don't you just go to find the uncle?

It is better to lose face in front of one person than to lose face in front of many people tomorrow.

DN said I'll look for it, you hide it, and I told the uncle that I'll stay and masturbate.

I...was moved for a moment.

Then we found the key in the drawer of the table by the door.

There are two cups of instant noodles in my schoolbag.

There is boiling water in the water dispenser.

We finished watching the movie while eating instant noodles.

At the end, Elio squatted in front of the fire, tears shining, and DN embraced and fell asleep.

The next morning, get up and get dressed.

DN and I wore each other's socks and panties.

The euphemism is, please warm me with your clothes.

Everything is packed, there is still a while before the opening of the museum.

DN and I went to the bookshelf to browse casually.

This floor is the philosophy reading room.

I have only read one book here, called "The Free Couple", which is about the love between Sartre and Beauvoir.The two of them refused to marry and opened up their relationship, but they ended up staying together for life.

I showed the book to DN, and he said he had read it too, and became interested in Sartre because he heard that he refused to accept the Nobel Prize.

The book is very old.

Inside the back cover is a yellowed library registration card.

The last borrowing record was in 2008, ten years ago.

On a whim, I wrote my name with a pen, and wrote his DN, and put the card back into the book cover.