Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
Become Neighbor

However, he was a pretty picky eater. Every time he tried to cook, he could not force himself to eat it. Except very hungry.

Haris always ordered a food box. Her food box was always piled up in her trash.

Haris doesn't like to flatten food boxes. Instead, he would just throw it in the trash as is. He would rather let it take up a lot of space. Take out boxes will fill up the trash cans during the day. Then, she had to run down four steps to throw it away, and she had to throw the trash out for the second time at night.

Sometimes, it was hard to tell whether he hated the problem or not. He would rather take two trips a day to the trash than take the time to flatten the food box.

Haris is very used to this lifestyle. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with that.

That was until one day. When Haris stepped out to dispose of the trash, he looked up and saw the door of the apartment opposite him which was uninhabited suddenly open. There were several large boxes sitting in the empty living room.

Someone is moving in.

It has nothing to do with Haris. He only gave a quick glance and quickly looked away.

When Haris returned upstairs, the cat was sitting at the door of their apartment, his expression full of vigilance.

Across the street, Anita was holding a glass of milk and wearing a pair of sandals. He was also standing in front of the door, looking very comfortable.

Anita stood there and looked at the cat, a sharp look in her eyes. Anita and the Dragon Rabbit are having a staring contest.

Anita is like a stupid but beautiful dog.

When Anita arrives, the cat starts meowing and bothering her. "Meow meow meow!" It seemed, the cat had suffered some major grievances.

Anita felt Haris coming, Anita's expression instantly softened.

“That, uh, you live here too? How fortuitous. My address eventually leaked, so the company arranged for me to stay here. We will be neighbors from now on.”

'I lied, I did move on purpose.' in my heart.

Haris just nodded. Looking at Anita, he suddenly felt as if his life was not so boring and boring anymore.

It was only after this thought popped into his head that he realized that he was actually a bit lonely.

She had to admit, being with Anita made Haris feel like she was slowly coming back to life.

The separation between him and the rest of the world also seemed to be fading. He really felt what it was like to be relaxed and happy. It was not a cheap copy brought by vodka.

To some extent, Haris was a bit stubborn. He is not the type of person who holds back.

Wine and milk tea can give him a momentary pleasure, so he pursues her without restraint.

Now, he found something more fun than alcohol.

Therefore, Haris instinctively begins to reveal to Anita that she can get close to him. Thin smile. Small movement.

He intends to capture Anita. That way, he can stay happy all the time.

Well then, does Haris love Anita?

No. gabe. She doesn't love him. Haris doesn't love anyone. He did not understand such emotions, as he had never been in love before.

If there are funny and considerate people on Haris' side, it doesn't matter whether they are tall or short, fat or skinny, what they look like.

Haris would reach out without caring about it and try to grab this person in his hands.

Love is not like that. Love is irreplaceable. Love is unique. Love means you're the only one for me.

But Haris doesn't understand. And he doesn't want to understand.

In terms of emotions, Haris is just as stupid as a toddler. He just moved forward blindly, relying on his instincts alone. He gets closer to the things that make him comfortable, and he moves away from the things that don't make him comfortable.

Haris raised her head and smiled at Anita. He knew that she looked so beautiful like this. He knew that he was amazing when he smiled like this. However, he had never really cared before.

That doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Now, however, he had something he wanted, and he would use every tool he had.

He was like a vine that finally found a large tree to rely on, desperately clinging to the tree, wrapped around its roots and leaves with tree branches and becoming a parasite.

Then, without hesitation, it sucks up all the nutrients it needs from its host.

What's gonna happen next? What will happen after that?

Harris wondered. His mind is alive, his mind is excited. He was like a gambler at the gambling table, going all in without a care in the world.

He was waiting to go bankrupt or win a lot of money.

No matter what the outcome, he would still raise his glass and drink amidst the cheers of the audience.

No matter what happens, it is a welcome result.

Destruction is fine. Rebirth is fine too. Let it all end?

It used to be when Haris tried alcohol for the first time, the splitting pain was accompanied by a feeling of excitement. Haris will never forget that feeling.

Now that he had gotten used to alcohol, the pain had lessened, but over time, his pleasure had also diminished.

So what kind of pain would it cause this time? What kind of joy will he bring?

Haris approached Anita and hugged her.

Haris knows exactly what he's doing. In the process of sinking into the abyss, he had locked Anita Susanti.

Either they'll both sink into the abyss, or …

Or what?

Haris didn't know, but it was like his first mouthful of alcohol. He is full of hope. And hope to forget his sadness and get a little peace.

The lonely Haris approached Anita and hugged her gently. She was like a cat approaching its owner to be hugged.

!! Anita stunned. Anita did not move. He frowned and asked loudly.

“Are you drunk?”

Haris did not answer and continued to hug her. At this moment, he placed his chin on Anita's shoulder. His eyes widened slightly, but he still did not move.

Anita then rubbed Haris' head, causing her hair to be a little messed up.

It was as if he was comforting a cat that needed attention.

Haris then let go of her embrace after some time. Head lowered. He looked a little silly, empty on the spot.

Anita pressed her head down, buried her head in the curve of her neck.

He stood there, tall and soft. He gave a convincing feeling. The clothes on his body were thick and warm.

“Don't be sad. You can cry if you want.”