The boy’s chest is hard, and the injury on his forehead is not completely healed.
When he was not smiling, his tone was cold, and his dark eyes looked down at her, which was terrifying.
Madison was afraid of him like this, she raised her eyes to look at him, her eyelashes trembled: “No.”
At that time, there was the third class next door, and there was the sound of Lang Lang reading from inside, reading an English text. Jaxon said, “Then why don’t you let me come to your class?”
She lowered her eyes and pushed him hard: “You let go, I am in class.”
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