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Staring. He was staring again, Minghao could feel it, he could see it.

He saw how the black haired boy who was sitting in front of him looked at him in the eyes first, focused on the story he was telling, and how his gaze slowly went down on his lips.

"You're staring again ", Minghao let out in a whisper, his heart about to explode inside his chest.

Mingyu's eyes widened, and his lips parted a bit, taken aback. He surely wasn't expecting this. At all.