Before Hua Hua finished talking, Ling Yin interrupted him, adding, "I’ll take it seriously."
Hua Hua: "..."
Ling Yin extinguished the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and said, "You should change your clothes, I’m leaving."
Just as he was about to reach the door, Hua Hua suddenly called out to him, "Hey, Brother Ling."
He walked up to Ling Yin: "Well, I’m really not suicidal."
Ling Yin suddenly reached out, enclosing him within his arms. Hua Hua’s back was leaning against the wall, he didn’t quite react, hesitating for a mont, and at this mont, Ling Yin leaned forward, without suspense, his lips touched his lips.
It was just a brief touch.
It couldn’t even be called a kiss.
Lips pressed on lips, then parted.
Hua Hua was stunned, was he being flirted with?
"How does it feel?" Ling Yin already backed away, straightened up, maintaining a safe distance from him.
He didn’t even have the expression of soone who had just flirted; he was serious, as if nothing had happened.
Then, his gaze t his, and they both seed a bit uneasy.
The room temperature suddenly fluctuated, swinging from hot to cold.
In the past, such playful teasing was sothing he could handle with ease, but this person in front of him made his mind flutter for a mont, what did he an, what did he feel?
Even the most foolish person would know what he ant, let alone Hua Hua who was never foolish.
Yet he still pretended to be oblivious, asking himself this way.
Hua Hua was sowhat bewildered, and for a full minute, he said nothing, suddenly turning the tables and kissing Ling Yin’s lips. Ling Yin was clearly not expecting such a response, kissed by Hua Hua to the point of breathlessness, even biting his lip, so he could only open his mouth, allowing Hua Hua, whose technique was obviously more skilled, to advance deeply, entangling with his tongue.
In the quiet room, nothing but his passionate response remained.
But such passion was without emotional significance.
After a long while, he finally let Ling Yin go, then whistled, saying, "Compared to expertise like mine, how do you feel?"
Really loves to play around!
Ling Yin’s eyes were filled with laughter, his gentle gaze enveloping him.
But he knew this ant rejection.
Hua Hua had already turned to the bed, nonchalantly starting to dress himself.
Ling Yin opened the door with all elegance and dignity, leaving a ssage: "Sorry."
Hua Hua didn’t respond, as he was putting on his pants, by the ti he finished, Ling Yin had already gentlemanly closed the door for him from the outside.
Hua Hua leaned back, collapsing onto the bed, looking blankly at the ceiling, he hadn’t realized Brother Ling was interested in him, never considered it that way before. The sudden flirtation just now made him go through all their past interactions, thinking how absurd it was.
Ling Yin, in his impression, was the type of man who was particularly reserved and steady, why would he have such intentions with him?
So when he gave him the black card, was it truly "to win a beauty’s smile"? Ha... he’s certainly not a beauty, what kind of taphor is that?
Hua Hua yawned, appearing extrely tired, he was already feeling down, and it didn’t take long before he quietly fell asleep.
It wasn’t until the attendant knocked on the door, saying the ship had docked, that he got off the boat, yawning repeatedly, looking spiritless.
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