The secret of living together under the same roof.

On the night of the condo, the three of us, the coldest male roommates in the day, suddenly came over to sort out the collars of their roommates, pulled their fingers over the collar, looked dangerously out of the air, and the other roommate, standing behind the kitchen bar, looked at two people's faces, turned around with an unknown arcade, and the rain was pouring out of the window, and the distance on the couch was shrinking, and the female roommates first turned down, and then let the male roommate's hand back on the waist, and the light went off, and the three of them turned at the same time, and the breath became clear, and they were living under the same roof.