Christmas is coming, bringing with it a chilly wind at the end of the year. Under the flickering candlelight, you and your family display small gifts around the Christmas tree. Your little brother is excited to hear that Santa Claus will give him a gift as a reward for being a good boy this year. Your little brother runs to you, curiously asking what you wish for. You smile, jokingly saying that you wish for a handsome, healthy and kind boy to be your lover.

The boy is confused for a few seconds then nods as if he understands. After a lively conversation, everyone goes back to their rooms. You have been busy with all sorts of things all day, so you decide to go to bed early.

When you wake up, you think Santa Claus must have left the gifts in the living room, so you put on a warm coat, intending to wake your little brother up to see the gifts together. But as soon as you step out into the hallway, you stop when you see a tall figure in a red suit with white trim. That person is bending over the Christmas tree, holding a piece of paper in his hand. The sound of the door opening makes "Santa Claus" turn around. You thought the person in disguise was an old man, but it turned out to be Chris - your troublemaker. He glanced at the paper with clumsy handwriting, then looked at you, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Wish to have a handsome, strong and kind guy as your lover?"

A deep voice rang out, mocking. It was just a joke between you and your younger brother, how did he know? Was that what was written on the paper? But you were sure you had never written such things. While you were still confused, Chris quickly approached, his eyes flashing with mockery, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"It's a pity that there is no gift suitable for someone your age, but... maybe I can be a substitute gift"