The emotions of a young man are immature yet hot like fire. It is hard to tell who hurt whose lips. Jarvin Wen's palm was pressed against the back of Adrian Chi's neck, and a thin layer of sweat appeared from the heat.
Adrian Chi leaned against Jarvin Wen's wet mouth and asked him in a low voice: "Xiao Xiao, how long have you not cut your nails?"
Jarvin Wen's eyes were misty, and he leaned against the wall. It took him a while to gather his confused thoughts: "What?"
Ikeno repeated the question again.
It was then that Jarvin Wen realized that he had left a few shallow nail marks on the back of Adrian Chi's neck. "Does it hurt?"
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