I almost know who it is. I don’t know why I always dream these days. In the dark, there is always a man who embraces me and makes me blush and heart beat. Sometimes he asks me to say that I love him, but he calls me linger. Who is linger? Oh! It was just a pity. I covered my head with the quilt and curled up my legs. I felt the dampness between my legs. I recalled the pleasure of the man’s sprint in his body in my dream, and secretly laughed.