The person in front of him slightly widened his brown eyes, which looked like his, as if in surprise.
The sparkling beads flowed along the hair hidden in the collar, melting into the dense fabric and leaving a translucent mark. The color of the skin was faintly visible from under the wet inner garment, like peaches just picked from the branches in June, wrapped in white cloth wet by dew.
It should taste sweet when you take a bite.
"Alin."
Unexpectedly, this person did not lose his temper, but asked earnestly:
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