... and the beat goes on

He didn't move in after all, for which we are all grateful and only vaguely mournful (its nice to keep him close). He is finding his own place in Hou Hai, and it's only thirty minutes there by bus, I think I can live through it.

We aren't offically boyfriend and girlfriend, of course, we made that clear, but I have never slept so well as when he is near. It's something about the stupid things he does, like combing out my hair when something is stuck, or pinching my cheek when I'm being an arse.

I'm sleeping, and he takes the pillow I'm hugging away from me, waking me up before he rolls over, looking at me over his shoulder. "Hold me instead."

I am obviously the man in this.

We all know what is coming, of course. Ouch at the thought! But I think I'll take it as it comes, this time. 不要想太多



And the boy is totally rocking my wig, too. "If Jay Chou can pull it off, then I can, too!" Not quite the original, but the pose is there, I admit.