C125 Spring Full House

On the way back to the hotel, Wu Yuexi held Chu Yunfei's hand the entire time. The sweat on both of their palms intertwined together, wet and sticky, perhaps due to alcohol, Wu Yuexi's body was also consciously leaning against Chu Yunfei's body. A few strands of downcast hair brushed against his face, making him feel numb and powerless.

Closing the door