Quentin Yu narrowed his eyes, and it took more than ten seconds before he adapted to the sudden brightness. He broke free from Qin Zheng's hand without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "There may be something wrong with the street lights tonight, let's go up and talk about it."
His smile was light, and his beautiful eyes looked directly at him, openly and openly, without the same anxiety or shyness as his own. Qin Zheng looked down at his empty palms and sighed slightly, "Okay."
Being interrupted like this, the urge to confess his feelings had long since disappeared. After calming down, I discovered more things.
From Quentin Yu's reaction when he received his phone call to his attitude when he was touched. All of this clearly showed that he had no such intention towards him at all.
To him, he was just a slightly closer friend.
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