"..."
Lin Wei held her breath.
Don't worry, I won't put you in a difficult position.
Was he noticing her panic and evasion and comforting her?
The fingertips Lin Wei hid under the quilt could not help but shake slightly.
It's been a long time since anyone cared about her feelings.
Since her mother left, she had always been trying to take into account the feelings of others as much as possible.
Jiang Su gently closed the door.
The bedroom became quieter.
Lin Wei, pretending to sleep, slowly opened her eyes.
The bedroom, which had a slightly youthful style, had its curtains drawn by Jiang Su, the air conditioner was turned up two degrees, and the main light was turned off, leaving only a warm sleep lamp at the bedside.
This ambiance was particularly conducive to sleep.
It was warm and reassuring.
It felt a little like home.
It was created by the school bully who brought her in before he left.
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