When I finally got rid of the entangled reporters, it was already late.
The sunset slanted on the horizon, emitting an orange-yellow temperature. The weather in March was still a little cold. After getting off the bus, Archer erected the collar and looked back at Mason to lick his nose. He also reached out and tightened his scarf.
The hand was not put down, and was caught by Mason in midair. The two men were interlocked and exchanged for the warmth of the palm.
“Smirking something, hurry,” Archer whispered to him. “Go home and have a meal and go to sleep, or else you will feel uncomfortable tonight.”
Huo nodded with a smile and followed his footsteps.
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