Henry looked at Joshua, who was sitting obediently under his hand.
If what Nine said was true, then the person Joshua always thought of whenever he looked at him… was actually me?
Me…
Right at that moment, Joshua suddenly lifted his head, a little annoyed and a little confused. "Henry, what's wrong with you? My face isn't clay for you to knead."
Henry paused when he heard that, only then noticing that Joshua's cheeks were slightly flushed.
His fingertips brushed lightly over that spot as he murmured, "Sorry."
There was no trace of his usual cold, irritable demeanor.
Luther, standing to the side, twitched at the corner of his eye. He suddenly grabbed Joshua's hand and said, "Stop clinging to him, let's go play games!"
Joshua leaned back. "You don't even know how to play games. I don't know how to play either. The two of us together would be a disaster."
"Joshua, you can't look down on people like that!"
