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I am a man, but I have a boyfriend.

He is a stutterer.

It’s not a severe case, but it significantly affects his performance during arguments.

So I can always make him blush deeply with my not-so-fluent speech.

Then I wait for him to get embarrassed and angry, pushing me onto the bed for some vigorous action.

I really enjoy arguing with him because I like being with him.

He is gentle when we’re off the bed, but also appropriately rough on it.

He’s well-endowed and skilled; even when he’s angry, he doesn’t just go wild.

I find it quite delightful.

Moreover, he is very handsome, tall, and earns a good salary. His only flaw is his stutter.

However, in my eyes, that’s a virtue.

I really like this stuttering boyfriend of mine.

As for me, I’m not bad either.

Though I’m half a head shorter than him, we still look quite compatible standing together.

My appearance leans towards the gentle side; while I don’t have his masculine charm, I’m really not bad.

As for how I ended up with him, it’s somewhat serendipitous.

My boyfriend had an ex who was incredibly handsome— the kind of alluring beauty that could easily become a popular internet celebrity (and maybe he is one).

I feel inferior compared to him.

But unfortunately, he didn’t recognize my boyfriend’s worth and didn’t appreciate him.

When they were together, his ex always criticized his stutter.

He was often frustrated by his slow speech and reluctant to communicate, sometimes rudely interrupting him.

Although my boyfriend is a stutterer, he loves to talk. He’s afraid of being mocked in public, so he has a habit of keeping quiet. But once he gets home, if you don’t let him talk, he could really suffocate.

I love listening to him; his voice is pleasant and very masculine. When he’s relaxed, his stutter isn’t so severe, and he can narrate a complete story.

I consider listening to him speak as a way to relieve stress.

After we got together, I researched a bit.

Some stuttering originates from psychological barriers, which can be corrected through everyday life for therapeutic effects.

However, most stuttering is caused by neurological development issues.

I don’t know which category my boyfriend belongs to; if he’s the first, he might return to normal under my influence.

I selfishly hope he’s the second type because I genuinely like his stutter, and I fear he might think I’m worthless if he becomes normal.

Still, I hope he recovers soon since that’s his wish.

Sigh, I digress.^[1]T/L’s Note: Digress meaning: leave the main subject temporarily in speech or writing.

Back to his ex, that very beautiful man.

My boyfriend truly liked him, so even though he was constantly criticized, he didn’t attribute the problem to him.

The conflict erupted during a friend’s birthday party.

His ex likely thought that taking my boyfriend, who is good-looking, to the birthday party would bring him face, but he also feared that his stutter would be mocked.

In short, he ended up taking him to the party, but before going, he repeatedly instructed my boyfriend not to speak.

The original words were probably something like, “Speak less, if you can avoid it, don’t say anything.”

My boyfriend felt uncomfortable about it but still complied.

At first, everything went smoothly; his ex successfully created a social anxiety image for him as someone who didn’t like to talk.

Unfortunately, he never told anyone about his stutter out of fear of being mocked.

In the end, my boyfriend was urged to sing the birthday song by everyone.

When he saw things were getting out of control, his ex quickly came up with an excuse, saying my boyfriend had a high fever and tonsillitis and couldn’t sing.

After hearing that, my boyfriend broke down in tears and left early.

Fortunately, my boyfriend is a rational person and quickly broke up with his ex.

Listening to him recount this made me furious; I wanted to have a hundred rounds with that ex and teach him a lesson.

Selfish and self-serving, only concerned about saving face while completely disregarding others’ feelings.

People like that should be rotten! They should stink!

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I met him at a gay bar. I quietly sat there, watching him discourage one suitor after another without saying a word.

Occasionally, our eyes would meet, allowing me to witness the transition from clarity to a haze.

After downing my drink, he wobbled and stood up, glancing back at me before stepping out the door.

I understood and felt a flutter in my heart.

I followed him at a distance to the bus stop just outside the gay bar.

He didn’t move, and I didn’t either.

I pretended to be just another passerby waiting for a bus.

Inside, however, I had a torrent of emotions; I was afraid of misinterpreting his intentions. I hesitated, thinking that if he did ask me to go home with him, should I accept?

I’m not that kind of easy boy.

Yet, I didn’t want to miss this fluttering feeling.

At the very least, I wanted to get his WeChat before he got on the bus.

Just as I was thinking, he moved.

He flagged down a taxi and turned to me, slowly saying, “Do you want to go home with me?”

His speech was very slow; it felt like centuries had passed, yet it also felt like just a blink.

My heart exploded, but I hesitated for only 0.1 seconds before deciding to go with him.

Desire triumphed over reason, a textbook case of poor judgment.

I’m really not the type to be careless; I always think that if I follow a stranger, I could end up dismembered, possibly contract HIV, run into a wife, or be thrown out after a disastrous encounter.

In short, anything could happen, so I’m afraid; I ought to live a mundane life.

However, looking back now, this impulsive decision might have been fated; it felt like a matchmaker was manifesting, fulfilling their duty by tying the red thread for me.

I thank the matchmaker.

Once we got in the car, I briefly regretted it; he was just too quiet, so quiet that I thought I was carpooling with him rather than gearing up for an exciting one-night stand soon.

I’m generally not sociable, and I often go to gay bars only because friends dragged me along.

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Lhaozi’s Note: I hope you are reading this in Shanghai Fantasy website, if not, do read it in Shanghai Fantasy website, all my translations is free to read in Shanghai Fantasy website ONLY. Thankyou. To all reader’s out there, may this story help you breath from the stress of the real world. Breath, read and live. You are precious. You are worth it.

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