The old bed board made a sound similar to the stairs, muffled under the layers of mattresses, making people afraid to move. Owen Travis was stiff, one hand on the pillow, the other hand still pressed under the pillow after stuffing the phone.
Liam Harris was completely attached to his back, with two layers of clothes blocking their way, his shoulders rubbing against his collarbone, his scapulae against his chest, leaving only a narrow gap between his sunken lower back and his abdominal muscles.
His arms came around, and Owen Travis's lower abdomen fell into Liam Harris's palm, hooking him back, as if to eliminate the gap. He recalled that fatal morning and finally spoke: "...What are you doing?"
Liam Harris thought Owen Travis was asleep, so he held his breath. He was a little scared by the question, but also a little agitated. He didn't pull his hand back, but kept his posture and asked, "Teacher Qu, are you cold?"
Owen Travis replied: "Not cold."
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