Xanxus agreed to go down there for a walk. He originally wanted to wear the uniform of the assassination force that seemed to smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. Blake Jing coaxed him into the solitude with the incredible reason that it would scare others. A dressing room belonging to Kai.
Xanxus casually picked up the slim-fitting suit hanging in the cloakroom, and the reflex arc that ran around the world twice finally came to his senses. Are students at Jace Port Academy afraid of the smell of blood? How is this different from normal school students who are afraid of books?
He stared at the clothes in his hands, his eyes almost bursting with fire, but Blake Jing's mouth that could talk the dead out of nowhere came to his mind, so he gritted his teeth and put it on, not wanting to be nagged anymore.
Outside the door, the two of them were waiting for xanxus to change clothes. Blake Jing leaned against the window and looked leisurely at the banquet that was being prepared in full swing. He watched the small desserts being brought to the table one after another, with a faint smile on his lips. .
After a while, he spoke with a slight smile: "Classmate, why are you looking at me all the time?"
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