As soon as Qian Xin came back from the shower, he found Flynn Chen staring at his computer in a daze. His pajamas were thin, and he seemed to be suddenly no longer afraid of the cold.
There was a small butterfly on the screen. Qian Xin was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how he opened the picture. He stepped on his slippers and leaned over, but the pattering movement failed to alarm the other person. He only saw his soul coming out. He was as motionless as his orifice, and in the light gathered by the eye protection lamp, his calm expression did not look happy at all.
But he wasn't angry, just... a worried look.
Maxim Qian didn't know what was wrong with him. His hands were busy and he was pressing the towel on his head to ruffle his hair, so he nudged him with his belly: "I'm back, K3ss."
This person turned his head and looked over, raised the corner of his mouth and put one arm around his waist: "Xinyi, is this your display area?"
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