I feel like we went back to the year 2003, when we first met and got along well. I don't know why the man suddenly changed his style. At least if he's serious like when we were at the cemetery, I won't have a hard time talking to him. But when I acted like a high school bully, I found it hard to control my feelings. The situation was familiar.....and it made me feel young again!

　　“When the rain stops, leave.” I pushed him away again while we ate champorado. One of his conditions is that I cook him champorado in exchange for him to stop controlling my dogs.

　　“Let's...