My Mate Makes Me Hate Studies Chapter 18

At the shoulder area, Adrian Chi's body temperature was a little hot, and his breath made Jarvin Wen feel itchy, but he stood steadily, without moving or making a sound.

The clanging noises from the construction site gradually faded until they could no longer be heard. The last customer at the barbecue stall left, and the owner came out, sat on a plastic stool, and smoked a cigarette.

Jarvin Wen stared at the flashing neon lights of the shop sign across the street, and suddenly remembered that he stayed up until three in the morning to do homework the night before. He was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, and just as he was about to open the bedroom door, he heard a very light noise outside. Grandma thought he was asleep, so she came out of the bedroom and gently opened the door of the study. Not long after, there was crying. Very low, very suppressed, and controlled for fear of waking him up.

He stood behind the bedroom door, his hand on the cold metal handle, listening and listening, unable to tell what his exact mood was.

They lived together, and tried their best to appear normal and peaceful in front of each other, as if time had wiped out all the thorns of the past, and those thorns could no longer prick them and would never hurt them again.