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And when I glance up, there's a bunch of juice spots decorating Cai’s white shirt.
Holy crap. My eyes stretch wide like saucers.
“I am so sorry.” Gasping, I immediately set the tray aside, overlooking the fact that I had scattered juice on myself as well.
I'm too occupied botching my head to know what’s going on right now. My mind. Basically fell blank. And my body? Well, it started moving on its own. I pay no mind to the tense aura coming from the boy.
Pinching the fabric of his shirt, he pulls it forward to flap it away from his ski
