Jasmine Lin took a deep breath and stroked the skirt down with composure.
Ethan Shen wanted to get up and was held back by her.
“What do you want to do?” The peachy eyes that were picked inside the hook and outside were constricted, and smiled with unknown meaning.
“Don’t do it.” Jasmine Lin moved her knees forward, cupped his face, “put band-aids.”
The movements are careful and gentle, lest it hurt him.
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