Now I get to know a little about him

His name is Luhan

He’s a painter

I’m curious of what kind of painting he made

For a banker like me, my life is filled with numbers and money

It’s a world of certainty

One simple mistake can turn everything into disaster

But painting is different

It’s full of uncertainty, mistake is acceptable

Mistake is a part of creation

What you sell there is passion

The stronger the passion, the more beautiful the painting will be

But passion is not needed in my world

What we need is a cold mind to do the correct work

It’s like fire and Ice

He is now sleeping again

I don’t know what happened but now I’m stuck beside him as his hand grips my hand while he sleeps

His grip is strong, strong enough to make me stay there

How can someone as beautiful as him have this kind of power?

I almost forgot that he has a toned body

Have he painted so much to have muscles like that?

I have some too, but not from my work, but from the taekwondo and kendo training when I’m younger

I used to think that it will be my life

But eventually I take the common path, thinking that being an athlete is not a lifetime job, they have age limitation, because there’ll be new generations,

And the old ones need to go, after that what’s left of is being a coach or building dojo

I’ve left my old dream

And what is my new one?

To have lots of money maybe

Well I don’t know…maybe I don’t have any, just undergo my daily activities with perfection

Yes, I’m in love with beauty and perfection

Maybe that’s my dream

A perfect life

But what’s a perfect life for me?

Even if I have lots of money, I’m not a big spender

I’m not in any relationship because I’m too busy working

Then what is it?

I don’t know

And this man that sleeps besides me maybe take the path of that he dreams of, he loves, to paint,

Even though the life won’t be that nice, not all painters can be Leonardo Da vinci and not all painting can turn into millions of cash

To make history and get good money is a different thing

As I watched the clock

Time goes by

Although I don’t go to work today

Still I need to cook for lunch

To clean the apartment

To iron the clothes

There’s lots of work to do

But I can’t go anywhere with this man’s arm holding my wrist tightly

Although I can release myself with a bit of force

But then again I don’t want to wake him up

Especially a sick man like him

Then what should I do?

Maybe I should just take a nap

And hoping that when I awake he will let my hand go

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This is the most surprising thing happened when I wake up

Him starin