Phoebe finished her breakfast, folded her pajamas, and noticed Theodore rubbing his arm, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.


    She pretended not to see him. After packing her suitcase, she turned back to find Theodore still massaging his arm.


    Theodore smiled innocently when he saw her looking. "It''s okay, you go ahead. I can wait."


    Phoebe sighed and walked over. She brushed his hand aside and gently pressed his arm. "Does it hurt here?"@@novelbin@@


    Theodore nodded. "A little."


    "And here?" she asked.


    "Also a bit," he replied.


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