Perhaps Frederick Fu was frightened tonight, and his state was a bit wrong. At this time, he was self-willed like a child, pulling Henry Jiang’s clothes and asking him, “Can you talk to me?”
Henry Jiang: “What do you want to say.”
Frederick Fu actually didn’t think about what he wanted to say to Henry Jiang. He just didn’t want to go to sleep, he just wanted Henry Jiang to accompany him again. He knew he was very selfish, but he couldn’t control himself.
“Let me tell you the story of my childhood.” Frederick Fu said to Henry Jiang after thinking about it for a long time.
Henry Jiang gave a hum. From the light of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Frederick Fu’s alarm clock on the bedside table. The hour hand was approaching at a very slow speed. The sky outside was still dim, and the sun would take a long time. appear.
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