Chapters
Β βXiao Yu-gege!β A childish, girlish voice came from outside the door. Zeng Yu paused his work. With a swift push of his toes against the ground, the skateboard beneath him rolled smoothly out from under the car. βComing.β His low voice curled out alongside the last remnants of the air conditioning. Oil-stained sneakers emerged next, followed by long fingers that pressed against the half-open rolling shutter, pushing it up with practiced ease. The late summer sunlight clungβ¦- 13.9βKββ’βOngoing
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