Merrick Yang hated being a lightbulb, but he couldn't get any favors from anyone who hurt him. Instead, he would be pinched and violently beaten, so he dragged his body that had been punched by Qian Xin to see a doctor.
Flynn Chen glanced at him appreciatively, then turned to the remaining one, who was holding the quilt with his legs, as if he was lying down on it.
Flynn Chen couldn't laugh or cry. He knew that Merrick Yang's unrestrained words had hurt his adult self-esteem. He wanted to comfort him, but it was difficult to get up. He could only wave to him mutely: "Xinyi, come here."
Maxim Qian had just been laughed at by Merrick Yang, and felt very embarrassed. The culprit dared to call him. His rational mind did not want to talk to Flynn Chen, but his feet refused to obey him. He took a big step and crossed his legs directly on his bed. He sat down and said stiffly: "What are you doing!"
The bloodshot eyes under his eyes were heavy, not the reddish color from crying, but like layers of cocoon silk. This was a familiar pattern to Flynn Chen, but they hadn't stayed up late recently, so there was only one explanation, and that was that he In a state of high anxiety.
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