Host, You're Targeted

The long tail of the cello stopped, and a moment later, the lively piano began to sound.

Percussion and drums mingle with piano sounds, and the fast-paced drumbeats hit people's eardrums one by one.

Lin Feng Xu's heart that was torn to pieces in the sound of the drum continues to expand, as if to pour out all the things hidden in his heart.

Shen Yang's meaning is very clear. He just likes Lin fengxu. He not only wants to kiss him as he did just now, but also wants to go further with him. If he can, he even wants to spend his whole life with him.

Lin fengxu's brain and hands are not under his own control.

The brain says to him, hear not, Shen Yang just likes you, is plotting against you, your own intuition is right! He has other intentions for you!

Hands said to him, you don't be bewitched by his words, you quickly let him shut up, quick!

As a result, not controlled by the brain and hands, Lin Feng Xu took up the water at hand and splashed it on his calm face.

That moment, originally a face calm Shen Yang closed his eyes.

Transparent drops of water wet his hair and face, splashing down from his face, sliding into his collar clothes, left a wet in his collar.

I don't know if it's Lin fengxu's illusion. The moment Shen Yang opens his eyes again, he sees Shen Yang's black pupils tremble for a moment, and the light that originally twinkles in his eyes is completely darkened.

It's just a moment.

Because the next second Shen Yang lowered his head, covered his face with his hands and wiped the water on his face.

Lin fengxu looks at Shen Yang from a table.

Lin fengxu didn't drink a few cups of water at all. A large cup of water poured down, and Shen Yang's front clothes were all wet.

This thin back was wet, white clothes closely adhered to the skin, revealing texture lines.

Shen Yang hung his head, groped for a piece of paper on the table, and lowered his head to wipe the drops of water on his trousers.

Lin fengxu suddenly realized that Shen Yang was only four years older than him.

Shen Yang is just a young man in his early twenties. Shen Yang is not as steady as he seems.

Shen Yang is not only gentle, but also feels lost, sad and sad.

Lin fengxu regretted.

He regretted the moment he spilled the water.

But no one knows the truth.

"Don't I just say I like you?" Shen Yang has grievances in his voice.

He hung his head to wipe his trousers. His clothes were wet through, but he insisted on cleaning them.

"I just told you I liked you and didn't want you to be with me." Shen Yang bit his lower lip and quickly released it. "Even if you think I'm disgusted and want to break up with me, just say it. Why are you throwing it on me

Lin fengxu was speechless.

"Do you think I want to like you?" Shen Yang stopped wiping his pants and pinched the tissue in his hand. "If it's not out of control, who wants to like you? You are a senior high school student, younger brother, and a very popular school bully. Your temper is not good. Your study is also "fishing for three days and drying the net for two days". You also fight, smoke and drink. If you can't control it, who would like to like you? Who do you think you are? Do you really think I have no temper? I treat you well every day, and I work hard to help you study every day, not to be splashed by you when I tell you I like you. "

Shen Yang rubbed up from the stool, took the small ticket on the table and turned to the cashier.