"Cry," Zhang Yuchuan held up Zhang Jinyan's face, which was soaked with tears, and K!ssed him slowly from his forehead to his chin, his movements as gentle as a flying feather, "In front of me, you no longer have to suppress your emotions. "
Zhang Jinyan calmly took out a paper drawer from the bedside table, pulled out two pieces of paper, wiped his tears and blew his nose.
This whole thing was beyond the scope of his cognition, which shocked and moved him at the same time. His chest seemed to be filled with something sour, and tears poured out of his eyes continuously.
Zhang Yuchuan wiped the corner of Zhang Jinyan's mouth with his fingers, raised it and said, "I like the way you smile. You don't have to keep a straight face in the future."
"Well..." Zhang Jinyan finally calmed down a little, sniffed, and his eyes were a little dull.
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