The two quickly arranged a time for their next meeting.
Weilin stared at his phone in excitement and couldn't fall asleep all night.
If anyone had been around, they probably would have seen a tall, long-limbed, pretty teenager curled up in the corner of the bed, pressing his face against the quilt and rubbing against it frantically—as if the quilt weren't a quilt at all, but his beloved.
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