Julian didn’t speak, his generous palms curled slightly along Alana’s hair and smoothly rubbed the ends of his hair.
A passerby passed by the two of them.
Alana’s expression condensed slightly, and his eyes turned to the back of the two who passed by just now.
“A Xiao, the person who was talking to you just now, do you want him to live or die?”
The soft cuteness faded away, and Alana’s voice returned to coldness.
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