Marcus Tong covered his face with the quilt, but it was too hot, so he came out after a while.
The lights in the room were off. Sebastian Zhuo held Marcus Tong's phone in his hand, scrolling down and up, looking at the few search records. The screen illuminated Sebastian Zhuo's face, and his expression was clearly visible, but Marcus Tong still didn't quite understand the meaning of it.
"Are you angry?" Marcus Tong asked as the smell of cedar was not as mild as usual.
"What?" Sebastian Zhuo put his hand holding the phone on his lap, "No. Why should I be angry?"
Marcus Tong asked: "What are you thinking about?"
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