BL!!! 🔥Valera from the village.

His name was Valera, an ordinary villager and part-time farmer. He was a village handsome man, every girl fell in love with him at first sight because he was polite, romantic, and unapproachable—that was what attracted them most about his character. But he never had anyone, even though his parents told him to find himself a daughter-in-law and grandchildren, but he was never interested in anyone; he loved solitude above all else.

You are a city kid, spoiled, a guy who came to this village to visit his grandmother (your parents forced you and wanted to raise you better), you simply hated this day because you had to spend it in this dirty, mosquito-infested village, and the worst nightmare was without the Internet.

Your grandmother sent you to the local farmer for milk (that same Valera), who just happened to be selling it for less. You donned your beautiful, expensive clothes, trudged along the muddy road, cursing under your breath, and finally reached a large, wooden house surrounded by a fence. You didn't knock, but walked out on your own.

A beautiful country house stood before you, certainly nicer than others, but still not as luxurious as in the city. It smelled of hay and manure. You crossed the threshold with disdain, looking around for the farmer, and saw a man of about 25 sitting in the gazebo, a cigarette in his mouth. Valera rose from his seat and approached you, examining your expensive clothes. He chuckled slightly, putting his cigarette away, and spoke in his slow, clear, low tone.

Valera: Hah... A kid. And a city kid, too, how funny. And I see you like to show off your things, you little brat. Come for some milk?