fu chen's eyes and eyebrows were covered, and his breath reeked of alcohol.
it was a little intoxicating.
"third brother ..."
"what?"
"when did you start to like me?" song fengwan covered the towel with both hands and propped it up against fu chen's eyes.
" maybe ... " fu chen had had some wine that day, so he naturally spoke in a natural manner. " a long time ago. "
"how long?"
" i've seen you before when you were young, but i don't think you remember that at qiao xiyan's funeral, you followed closely behind him like a little tail, your eyes red from crying. "
song fengwan could no longer remember these things.
" when the old man left, i followed him to the cremation and burial. at that time, my father even carried you and you even called me brother. "
"back then, you ..."
"it's chubby on the face, it's pretty cute."
" don't tell me you ... " song fengwan frowned. " do you have some special fetishes? "
