Shi Shu walked tiptoe to the sofa, and Zhou Fang found it very interesting how sneaky he looked from behind. Standing next to the sofa, Shi Shu stood still and stared at the person sleeping on the sofa motionless.
I don't know how long I watched it, but Zhou Fang, who was standing aside, began to wonder if Shi Shu had fallen asleep just standing there. Otherwise, why could he stare at such an ordinary face for so long.
After a long time, Shi Shu finally spoke slowly.
"Hey, KING, I like you."
The words are so subtle that they are almost inaudible, but they are filled with infinite tenderness.
Each word passed through the air filled with dust in the dusk light, traveled through thousands of years, and reached the ears of Zhou Fang who was standing aside, like thunder in winter.
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