Miles to Go Before I love Chapter 50

The corridor was flooded with sunlight, and Chloe sat on the sofa not far away.

After a while, the door of the room was opened with a “bang”. The boy stood not far away, the water on his pale cheeks was not yet dry, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and the silver-framed glasses slipped loosely to the tip of his nose.

“Okay, okay.” He lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse and his ears were red.

Chloe pursed his lips and smiled, “I made porridge, let’s have breakfast first.”

The casserole is large and heavy, with a layer of insulation cloth wrapped around the handle.