Compared with Aiden Jiang's cold body, Elliot Duan's chest was like a fire. No one would believe it when he said it was cold, but the person in his arms didn't say anything anymore. He rested his chin on his shoulder obediently and let him hold her.
It was probably because he was struggling with the past and tormenting himself too hard. The fear and anxiety in his heart had no place to put it, so he suddenly felt as warm as a herbivore.
He couldn't feel bad, and he couldn't let it go. He also had to take good care of Young Master Jiang's face. I'm afraid all his lifelong struggles have been given to this stubborn little fox.
Elliot Duan moved his arms up and down across Aiden Jiang's back, encircling him tighter in the most possessive way.
During the cold war with him, Aiden Jiang seemed to have lost a little weight, and his waist and abdomen, which was naturally thin, became even thinner. When he hugged him just now based on memory, he almost lost the position of his waist.
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