The next morning, Wu Suowei opened his eyes and the sun shone through the French windows onto the carpet, lighting up the entire room. It was a sunny day, but Wu Suowei felt it was overcast and felt dark inside, as if something was pressing on his chest, making him feel suffocated for no reason.
I glanced sideways and instantly found the source of the pressure.
Blake Chi leaned silently on the bedside, his robe half on, revealing a large area of chest muscles, with hard lines extending all the way to the high brow bone. His eyes were like a bottomless black hole, and it was hard to see the emotions inside. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and the pulled stubble was like dense knife tips, stabbing the person who made him unhappy.
Wu Suowei still didn't care about last night's class reunion. He just stretched out an arm to hug Blake Chi, half of his face pressed against his chest. His hand reached into the open opening of Blake Chi's nightgown and stroked his armpits and waist.
Such an intimate action immediately weakened Blake Chi's hostility.
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