Cheng Yue stood not far away with his hands in his pockets. Through the misty pale smoke, the misty eyes of peach blossoms were indistinct.
Chloe swallowed nervously, and said tremblingly: “Brother, you haven’t slept yet.”
“Yeah.” He lowered his eyes, replied in a low voice, and then said lightly: “Is it your classmate?”
“Huh?” Chloe didn’t react.
Cheng Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: “Just now, the bicycle was riding fast.”
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