Host, You're Targeted

Fu Jiyao used to learn Taekwondo as a child for a period of time. The Taekwondo Hall is near here. Every time the teacher takes them out to the park, he tells them not to look inside the woods.

At that time, he was too young to understand why the teacher didn't let them look in.

It was not until he was a little older that he realized that the world was so big that there were always people who wanted excitement.

There are always many secrets in the dark corner.

He and Liang Jingyi continued to walk in.

The noise nearby was a little big. Rao was thick skinned, and he felt very embarrassed.

At this time, he secretly took a glance at Liang Jingyi.

Liang Jingyi is not deaf. He must have heard it.

He clearly saw Liang Jingyi's action of scooping ice cream with a small spoon for a moment. Then he put the spoon back into the cup and bit the straw in silence.

The next second, Liang Jingyi looked at him with a straw.

Under the dim cold light, his eyes were clear and bright. His dark eyes were like Obsidian embedded in the full moon.

The bright white and deep black blend together, and the boundary line is blurred by the halo.

"Cough!"

Fu Jiyao was suddenly choked by coke. He covered his mouth and turned to face no one, coughing violently.

The bubble in the coke still remained, choking into the throat, the instant pain made his tears come out.

The movement not far behind him suddenly stopped.

If Liang Jingyi didn't see that Fu Jiyao was really coughing very hard, he would have thought that Fu Jiyao was deliberately coughing to interrupt other people's good deeds.

"Well Yes, cough! Do you have any paper? Cough, cough... "

Before going out, Liang Jingyi was afraid of sweating after exercise, so he took a packet of tissue in his pocket.

"Thank you, cough, thank you!"

Fu Jiyao took the paper towel from Liang Jingyi and wiped his mouth. He coughed a few times in his stuffy throat before he recovered his strength.

"Oh, really..."

When he finished, he found that the area was so quiet that only the rustling wind could be heard, and the ambiguous sound had disappeared.

Knowing that he may be disturbing others, Fu Jiyao immediately drags Liang Jingyi forward.

Walking out of this grove is a step down, under which is the ordinary road.

Liang Jingyi was dragged down by Fu Jiyao and went to the steps. By the light, he saw that the milkshake in his hand had melted a little.

While he looked down at the road, he bit the straw, and his wrist was still pulled by Fu Jiyao.

The melted ice and Matcha were mixed together and he drank it in a few mouthfuls.

The air column makes a crisp sound in the straw. Two people walk to the platform in the middle of the steps. Fu Jiyao releases his hand.

"Are you shy?" Asked Liang Jingyi, biting a straw.

Fu Jiyao half foot has stepped off the platform, and stopped there.

He turned around in this position and looked at Liang Jingyi, who was still standing on the platform.

Liang Jingyi has no expression on his face, but Fu Jiyao seems to be gloating at the light in his eyes.

"Why should I be shy?" Fu Jiyao asked.

Liang Jingyi shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer. He lowered his head and pulled out the spoon and licked the ice cream on the spoon.

He unconsciously licked the spoon and stood there digging for the melting ice sand.

Fu Jiyao's eyes were deep, and the dark darkness slipped into his eyes.

His Adam's apple slipped up and down unconsciously, and his steps on the steps returned to the platform.

Liang Jingyi's hand holding milk tea was held in the air by him, and his cold fingers were pasted on his back neck.

Lemon kisses over ice diluted Matcha flavor.