The cool sports car stopped at the south gate of University F. Asher Yan was about to get out of the car, but He Mingji grabbed his wrist.
He rubbed the skin of Yan An's wrist with his fingertips, with deep reluctance in his eyes.
"An An...I miss you, what should I do?"
"Call me."
He hung his head, as if he had suffered a great injustice, and looked at Yan An with resentment.
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