It was dark in front of me, and after the visual senses declined, the rest of the senses gradually became more sensitive.
Quinn leaned against the wall, feeling cold and cool behind him, but what can not be ignored is the breath of the man in front of him buried in the neck, the touch of the teeth with the cartilage of the eartips being bitten, wet and slightly painful.
And his unfocused words.
Quinn curled his palms slightly, and instantly returned to his senses to cover his hot ears, raised his eyes to look at him, and opened his mouth, “You…”
She doesn’t know anything about you.
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