Host, You're Targeted

Tengfei building did not know what happened, a class suddenly issued a burst of neat laughter.

In the noisy night, there was no commotion in the noisy laughter.

Every place where the lights were on, there were loud and small voices, and everyone was immersed in their own hilarity. No one noticed what was behind the laughter, let alone what happened in this small area behind the exhibition hall.

In the hall on the second floor of the exhibition hall, the light is shining through the glass, which adds a little light to the small space downstairs.

Lin fengxu looked at Shen Yang step by step, his fingers trembling with smoke.

Shen Yang had only seen his hands turning books and writing. At the moment, there was a white smoke between his fingers.

The white fog rose slowly from his white fingertips, whirled upward, scattered in the light, and disappeared into the darkness.

Shen Xu stands in front of him.

Grey and black shoes and white canvas shoes together.

Lin fengxu leaned lazily against the wall, looked at Shen Yang's eyes, and took another puff of smoke.

Shen Yang leans forward and approaches Lin fengxu. He looks at him with half closed dark eyes.

"Catch me again?" Lin fengxu raised his chin and took a puff of smoke, pulling the corners of his mouth and laughing.

No matter how mature Lin fengxu looks at the moment, his unique youth at this age can not be covered up.

Shen Yang's hand hanging on the side of his body was unconsciously tightened.

He looked at Lin fengxu's smoking movement and pursed his lips.

Lin fengxu is still wearing his school uniform, but the zipper that he usually pulls high is now hanging loosely under the hem of his sweater, looking to be loose.

He looked back at the movement of smoking is not very skilled, but can not resist that kind of boyish sexy.

Tut.

Shen Yang frowned, but soon released.

It's beautiful.

Shen Yang thought, this age of boys are like this, four points of immature, three points of maturity, three points of sexy?

"What are you doing here?" Lin fengxu held the cigarette end, picked eyebrows and snorted, "come to see me smoking?"

Finish saying, Lin Feng Xu smoked a cigarette.

Lin fengxu's lip color is very light, not that kind of ischemic white, but light pink.

He just took a puff of smoke, and his lips turned a little red because of the force.

Tut.

Shen Yang clenched his teeth.

The lips look very close!

This idea seems a little familiar?

"You will have this idea every time you see the target of the strategy," said max

Shen Yang thinks that if he looks down, his brain may be congested, and he will be willing to kiss people here.

"Lin fengxu."

Shen Yang took the smoke out of Lin fengxu's hand and threw it on the ground.

A large part of the cigarette end fell on the marble floor, splashing a little spark.

Before Mars could fall from the sky, Shen Yang stepped on it.

The cigarette end, which was in the white fog and Mars, was trampled out by Shen Yang. When he moved his feet again, only half of the smoke was left on the ground.

"I'm sorry about this afternoon." Shen Yang pinched Lin Feng Xu's shoulder and pressed his thumb under his clavicle. "I deeply reflect on what I did this afternoon. I'm sorry."

Lin Feng Xu tilted his head: "it's OK, I don't blame you. Normal people see me buying cigarettes, and their reactions are like this. What's more, you are my roommate and internship teacher."

Shen Yang nodded: "then you apologize to me now."