"Saeh?"
Asher turned his head suddenly, and it was indeed Miles - Miles whose voice was a little hoarse when he was a teenager.
He stared at the other person's almost transparent eyes for a long time, and suddenly shook his head and laughed: "I am dreaming." In real life, even if the young boy Miles swallowed a bucket of rat poison, he would never look at him with such eyes, and it was good enough that he didn't provoke him.
Asher used the strength of his arm to steady himself, but did not take his hand away immediately. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and pinched his wrist, muttering, "It feels quite real."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and glanced at himself. His physique also revealed the thinness unique to teenagers, and he definitely did not look like an adult.
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