On Sunday morning, Henry Gu sat on the bed with a messy hair, still in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have something very important to say last night, but he couldn't remember what it was for a long time. Blake Lu was still making trouble. He hugged him from behind, enjoying the smooth and tough touch in his palm, trying to postpone the time of getting up to after twelve o'clock.
Henry Gu slapped him away: "Don't touch me!"
Blake Lu bit his ear and laughed softly: "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to work." Henry Gu's neck was wet, and he shrank unconsciously, "The theme of the autumn and winter fashion show."
Blake Lu tightened his arms: "Tell me about it."
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