Jordan spoke next to his ear, with a nasal tone and a slightly hot breath.
John's skin was inexplicably sensitive. He tilted his head to the side uncomfortably, but his eyes were still fixed on Jordan's face with worry. He asked in a low voice: "If it really hurts, just lean on me and I'll help you get over it."
Jordan stared at his face, his throat burning, and he chuckled hoarsely, "Okay."
How could you have the courage to get close to him if you are so easy to deceive?
The infirmary was deserted on a Friday night.
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