After dinner, it was already dark.
Xia Beiqing pulled Shen Zhiyu into his arms and curled up on the sofa to watch a movie.
He lowered his head and bit Shen Zhiyu’s earlobe. Suddenly, he said, “Teacher Shen, do you know why I Hate English?”
Shen Zhiyu was leaning against Xia Beiqing’s chest. He turned to look at him. “Why? Is it a waste of your brain?”
“No, my English was very good when I was young!”The young man’s tone was showing off, but soon.., his voice lowered again. “When I was ten years old, I had a tutor. At that time, my mother was always sick and would stay in the hospital for more than half a year. She taught me English and took care of me like my mother. I liked her very much and respected her very much. Oh, right, she was also surnamed Shen like you.”
Shen Zhiyu’s back was slightly stiff. The pupils behind the lenses were shaking, and his lips moved twice, but he could not speak.
