Archer raised his eyes. After a full ten hours, he was able to adapt to the sudden brightness. He broke away from Qin’s hand without a trace and smiled: “The streetlights tonight may be a bit problematic. Let’s go up and talk.”
His smile is light, and the beautiful nephew looks straight at himself, and he is frank and not as embarrassed and ashamed as himself. Qin Hao looked down at the empty palm and sighed slightly. “Good.”
Being so beaten, the impulse of his confession in his heart has long since vanished. After calming down, I found out more.
From Archer’s response to his own phone call, to his attitude of being touched by himself. All of this is clear and clear, and he has no meaning to him at all.
For him, it is just a friend who is a little closer.
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