Host, You're Targeted

Outside the house, the rain splashed on the ground, and the glass windows were covered with small drops of water. They were forced to join together in weightlessness and slide down the smooth plane and slip into the gap between the windows.

The gap was filled with rain, and the overflowing water slid out from the edge of the gap and slid down the stairs along the outer edge of the slanting window sill.

Liang Jingyi buckled the edge of the cupboard and widened the gap. He rescued the clothes belt which was also implicated in him.

A pair of cold fingers touched his back neck at the moment when the wrinkled band fell into his hand.

He instinctively shrank his neck, and when he turned his head, Fu Jiyao grabbed his collar and kissed him.

The soft petals falling from the rain slip in between the teeth, along the tip of the tongue all the way into the throat, and then the tip of the tongue, which later realized that it was not something to eat, came back and wanted to squeeze out.

Liang Jingyi put his hand on Fu Jiyao's chest and tried to push him away.

Two unequal forces are engaged in a silent seesaw battle. The sound of the rain drops over the ambiguous sound. The heat on the ground rises when the rain falls down, making people with feet close to the ground red.

"Fu Jiyao!"

Liang Jingyi finally found a chance to push Fu Jiyao away when he was breathing. He wiped his lower lip with the back of his hand and glared at him fiercely.

Fu Jiyao is like a drunk and out of control. His mind is blank and his hands move under the control of subconscious desire.

In the cold winter, he found a piece of snow that no one had ever stood on. He was anxious to declare his sovereignty in this area which had not yet been visited, so he stepped on it and left footprints one after another.

Soft fluffy snowflakes are pressed down to the black ground, showing the shape of the mark.

Fu Jiyao's hand still pressed on Liang Jingyi's neck. He clamped the hand that Liang Jingyi threw at him, and lowered his head to kiss him again.

The petals that were smashed down by the rain fell on the lips and rubbed gently.

Liang Jingyi can even feel the lines of the petals and move a little bit by bit, trying to find the perfect angle between his lips.

The man who set his footprints on the snow found that he was not the only one who could see the land. So he put his hands together in the snow and prayed for the ownership of the land to the God who did not know where.

"Cough!"

Liang Jingyi suddenly choked by saliva, pushed Fu Jiyao around, patted his chest and coughed violently.

Fu Jiyao gently patted him on the back to help him get along, and asked, "are you ok?"

This sentence sounds to Liang Jingyi, just like the person who stabbed him falsely holding a small band aid to block his deep wound.

"Get out of here!"

Liang Jingyi's whole body is red, his face and neck are red, and his arms are also red.

His front foot just climbed out of the dye vat of shame and then fell into the pit of anger one second later.

Fu Jiyao was slapped several times by him. The crisp slapping sound reflected the pain degree of his body from another angle.

But he didn't dare to fight back, so he had to be brave enough to get down.

In this way, he was like the whole person out of the hot water Liang Jingyi, while slapping and pushing to the door.

"Pa --" slapped.

"Dong -" footstep sound.

"Pa Dong -- Pa Pa Pa Dong -- PA Dong --"

the second before Fu Jiyao was pushed out, he still said, "the sound of your shooting and walking is very rhythmic."

"Go away!"