Before Hua Hua finished speaking, Lingyin interrupted him and even added: "I will take it seriously."
Huahua: "..."
Lingyin put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and said, "You can change your clothes, I'm leaving."
He was about to walk to the door when Huahua suddenly stopped him: "Hey, Brother Ling."
He walked up to Lingyin and said, "What, I really didn't commit suicide."
Lingyin suddenly stretched out his hand and wrapped him between his arms. Huahua's back was pressed against the wall. He couldn't react and was stunned for a moment. But at this moment, Lingyin leaned forward without any suspense.
Yes, her lips stuck to his.
Just a kiss.
Can't even call it a kiss.
The lip flaps cover the lip flaps and then separate.
Huahua was startled, this... was he being teased?
"What do you think?" Lingyin had already stepped back, straightened his body, and kept a safe distance from him.
He didn't even look like he was teasing others, he was as serious as if nothing had happened.
Then, his eyes met his, and both of them looked a little uncomfortable.
The temperature in the room is hot and cold, jumping up and down.
In the past, he would have been able to deal with this kind of trivial teasing, but the person in front of him made him confused for a moment. What did he mean and how did he feel?
No matter how stupid you are, you still know what he means, and Huahua has never been stupid.
But he still asked himself this question, pretending to be stupid in his heart.
Huahua was slightly confused. After a full minute, without saying anything, he suddenly turned his back on defense and kissed Lingyin's lips. Lingyin obviously didn't expect such a response. Huahua's kiss made her breathless.
His mouth was even bitten open, so he could only open his mouth and let Hua Hua, who was obviously more skilled than him, drive straight in and entangle with the tip of his tongue.
In the quiet room, only his enthusiastic response remained.
But this kind of enthusiasm is unemotional.
After a long time, he let Lingyin go, then whistled and said, "Compared with a technique like mine, what do you think?"
So playful!
Lingyin's eyes were full of smiles, and his gentle gaze enveloped him.
But he knew that this meant rejection.
Huahua had turned around and walked to the bed, and started to get dressed as if no one else was around.
The moment Lingyin opened the door, he left a message elegantly and elegantly: "I'm sorry."
Huahua didn't respond. He was putting on his trousers. When he finished putting on his trousers, Lingyin had already closed the door for him from the outside like a gentleman.
Huahua leaned back and fell on the bed, looking up at the ceiling blankly. He didn't expect that Brother Ling was actually interested in him. He hadn't cared about it before, so he didn't think about it. The sudden teasing just now made him think about it.
I sorted through all the past intersections and found them so ridiculous.
In his impression, Lingyin was a very reserved and calm man, so why did he mean anything to him?
So when he gave him the black card, he really meant "to smile for the beauty"? Ah pfft... I am not a beauty, so what kind of metaphor was he using?
Huahua yawned, looking extremely tired and feeling very depressed. She didn't think about it for long before she fell asleep quietly.
It wasn't until the waiter knocked on the door and said that the ship had docked that he got off the ship yawning repeatedly and looking listless.