The young people who were intoxicated by the spring sunshine also disappear at midnight. One woman is crouching in a corner of the street trying to sleep, muttering to herself softly. As I approach and talk to her, she still has a childish air about her, with a gentle atmosphere, and is beautiful.
"I was drinking with a friend just now," he said, but it seemed like he had left most of his memories at the store, as he didn't even know why he was there. He looked to be in his early twenties with a baby face, but his mannerisms were somewhat seductive, and his ample chest strained against his knit sweater. I suppressed my boiling excitement and carried the woman back to my house. As soon as she lay down on the bed, she started snoring softly and fell asleep. I carefully reached out towards her plump, young body without waking her up…
