Leo xun put his hands and forehead on the table. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. The back of his hands was still warm, as if another person's hand was still covering it. His mind was also in a mess, as if Blake Lou was still echoing in his ear. Teach him what rhythm to use, what angle and direction to lead him in...
After thinking about it for a moment, my face turned red and hot with shame.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Blake Lou sitting up, as if what happened just now had never happened. Leo xun's expression became more complicated: "Are you used to this kind of thing?"
Blake Lou put his hand on his chin and saw Leo xun avoiding his eyes in embarrassment. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said lazily: "Looking into his eyes every three days, can you get used to it?"
Leo xun was stunned and said hesitantly: "You used to..."
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