Balloon

Just as I finished speaking, Leslie stopped the movement of her hands, she turned her head to look at me with slight surprise, and after a while she turned back to continue cleaning the cups. Seeing her actions, I couldn't help but frown. I felt that Leslie had been "protecting" me since a while ago, she seemed to be more nervous than I was, and more worried than I was that Alessandro could really see me. She didn't notice my mental activities, Leslie was still washing the tea cup in her hand carefully, she suddenly added: "It seems that I was over-anxious, I had thought that I had promised you to write your diary in my house, so I definitely couldn't let others find out about your existence, or else I would feel very guilty."

"Aren't you scared at all," Leslie said as she meticulously washed the cup in her hands, "What if he really can see you?"

"It always seemed," Leslie said without turning her head as she washed the teacups, "that you were a very storyteller."

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