He was wearing a white T-shirt with a wide collar, half of his collarbone exposed. His hair was messy, black, and seemed to be hard, but it felt very soft.
He was happy and stirred it in circles with a small spoon, making a nice tinkling sound on the bottom of the cup. After a brief taste, I felt it was still not sweet enough, so I added another cube of sugar.
He squatted on the sofa and ate the cake contentedly. His Adam's apple was very obvious, his fingers were long and the joints were distinct, and he spoke slowly and slowly. It seemed that eating cake was the greatest enjoyment in the world. When he was halfway through eating, he tilted his head, thinking that the strawberries seemed too small, and then showed a childish expression.
I laughed as I thought about it, but my heart was sad.
I love you so much, I really love you so much
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