When he came back to his senses, Adrian found that Victor had already looked away. But what happened this morning still left a small mark in his heart, making his chest jump again and again.
The sea breeze gently blew Victor's broken hair on his forehead. He held the railing with one hand and looked into the distance. Adrian lowered his hands and tilted his head slightly to peek at Victor's side face. The fragments of sunlight showed that the lines on his face were smooth and full, and his eyes had a soft expression.
In a daze, the person who was supposed to be peeping noticed it, chuckled, and then turned away.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Why do you want to talk to me?"
Because of the few glasses of wine just now, a small flush appeared on Victor's face, and even his voice became lazy: "Your eyes are very strange. It's not like your original look, but more like a hairy man." "Head boy."
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