Song Er cleaned Hong's nose which had a bit of paper glue on it.
"You, keep moving since earlier, and how can this glue get to your nose like this, brat" That close, suddenly Song Er felt his hands were so heavy he could barely move. He was so close to Hong that he could see so clearly the color of Hong's eyeballs. Reddish-brown in color, his red lips, his body fragrance that was fleetingly blown by the wind, he froze in position.
"Brother Song" until Hong's voice woke him up. Song Er stuttered
"Eh Yeah, there's still a bit on here"
Hong was so cheerful, although he still felt a slight throbbing sensation on the back of his hand from the hot wax yesterday, he tried not to think about it.
"Hong?"
A voice called out to him, a quite familiar voice. Hong turned his head and found someone he knew standing in front of him.
The wind blew gently, ruffling his curly brown hair. The person stood with sparkling eyes looking straight at him.
