A pair of dark chopsticks fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled to Sterling Qin's feet. He lowered his eyes and Dorian Yu quickly broke into his sight.
They were adjacent to each other. Dorian Yu only needed to move a few steps, and then squatted down to be close to him, almost lying next to his legs. Sterling Qin's knees could touch his body.
He was bent over, and the lines on his back under his sweater were bulging, like an undulating mountain range. The exposed back of his neck was white and tender, and naturally romantic, making people want to rub it with their fingertips to make it hot and red.
Dorian Yu touched the cold wooden chopsticks with his fingertips, the tail of his peach blossom eyes rose, and his voice was confused: "Mr. Qin, I heard that your junior Alaric and I look very similar. Do you think we are similar?" "
He raised his head, looking fragile and pitiful, but it was more of a style that was unique to him.
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