It's already winter, and although it doesn't snow much in City A, the cold and humid air can't help but penetrate my sweater.
Carter put down his pen, still wearing the coat that Ashton had just handed over to him. He looked up at him and said with a half-smile, "...you have such low demands?"
After saying that, before Ashton could reply, Carter called "Brother" without any burden.
He had been catching a cold for the past two days. He was sweating all over after playing basketball last time. He took off only the thin bottoming shirt underneath and spent half a class on the basketball court in the wind. When I speak now, my voice is slightly hoarse at the end, and there is also a bit of casual laxity.
Ashton was almost distracted by this understatement.
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