The Meal I Wanted Chapter 40

Didn't sleep.

There was a hint of panic in Dylan's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant without saying a word. His eyes stayed on the hand, which was white and had clear joints, holding the corner of the black clothes.

For the first time, he felt like a hand control.

The palms of his hands were covered in cold sweat, and some of them didn't dare to look at each other.

"Why are you leaving?" Aaron Kamiya tightly grasped the corner of his clothes and pulled the person closer, "Why don't you dare to look at me."