The next morning, when Ethan He got up, Song Minhua was no longer at home. He went downstairs and found a breakfast on the dining table.
After the end of the semester, his mother was busier than himself. He was busy grading papers and recording scores. Song Minhua never liked working at home, so Ethan He rarely had the opportunity to have breakfast with her these days.
He picked up his phone and searched for the island that Adrian Xie mentioned yesterday.
Those memories came flooding back along with the three words "Adrian Xie", and images began to flash uncontrollably in my mind - last night.
The small space was filled with smells and panting, and the temperature in his own hands was about to burn him... Thinking of this, his cheeks felt slightly hot. Ethan He scooped up a handful of cold water to wash his face, and patted it, trying to drive away the inappropriate things in his mind.
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