Liam Harris grabbed the two pieces of the shirt on Owen Travis's chest, his knuckles touching the shirt, the material was softer than he imagined. His ten fingers loosened, but did not retract, hooking up two light ribbons.
No wonder the wide-angle collar is so beautiful, the sunken half of the clavicle, the white triangle area, and the Adam's apple sliding up and down are all exposed. Liam Harris tried to tighten the ribbon and pulled it.
Owen Travis thought he was making a fuss and blamed him for being childish: "How old are you?"
"You are in your prime, young and vigorous." Liam Harris coordinated his hands and mouth, boasting while continuing to pull, "It's cold outside, tie your fairy ribbon."
Owen Travis had been depressed the whole night, but he finally raised his lips, and was amused by Liam Harris's words. He held up the folded handkerchief, but didn't want it to fall apart, so he put it into Liam Harris's small chest pocket without changing his hands.
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