Yan Shu said he had something to tell Nate in a few days. Nate asked every day, and all he said was "in a few days."
Many days passed.
Chen grabbed Yan Shu's arm again, his face looking unhappy, "I noticed, you don't feel itchy and you don't scratch, it's not inflammation at all, you just don't want to have sex with me, right?!"
Yan Shu was arranging flowers with a pair of scissors in his hand. He was afraid of accidentally hurting Nate, so he lowered his voice and exuded authority, "Stand further away when you talk."
Chen pouted again, feeling aggrieved, "You yelled at me."
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