Host, You're Targeted

Xu Qingdu, who is very calm and flustered, and song Zhiye, who only inspires his survival instinct at a critical moment, comes to the room next to the operating room. Song Zhiye wipes the cold sweat on his forehead in embarrassment and doesn't want to talk.

What a terrifying meow! This is the hospital! Those non player characters might be like those in TV series, holding super big needles or axes, laughing soullessly and approaching themselves.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt. Suddenly, a soft thing was pasted on his cheek.

Xu Qingdu is squatting in front of him, holding a paper towel to wipe his sweat slowly.

Song Zhiye's empty eyes slowly fell on Xu Qingdu's face and refocused. There were white spots in his dark brown eyes, like the torch in his eyes.

Xu Qingdu noticed song Zhiye's increasingly dazzling eyes. He calmly held the tissue and slid it down his forehead to his chin. Then he opened another side and slid down from the other side of his forehead. After wiping song Zhiye's eyes, he had to close his eyes. Finally, he slipped down and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Song Zhiye sat on the ground with his back against the wooden door, and in front of him was Xu Qingdu, who was very close to him.

It's too close, song Zhiye thought, such a distance, it seems that even Xu Qingdu's eyelashes can be counted clearly.

Xu Qingdu lowered his head and opened the paper towel. When he turned his face, he would droop his eyes slightly. When he raised his eyes to wipe his sweat, his little finger on his hand would be cocked up a little unconsciously, and his lips would be gently pursed when he carefully wiped it.

It looks like It seems to be very close!

This idea came out of song Zhiye's mind again. He bit his lower lip and didn't allow himself to think about something else. Only then did he find that Xu Qingdu didn't know why he didn't move, and the distance between them seemed too close.

"Oh." Xu Qingdu's smile had no meaning of ridicule at all. His eyes moved down and fell on the tip of song Zhiye's nose, then moved up to song Zhiye's eyes. He said with a smile, "do you want to kiss me?"

Song Zhiye found that he didn't know why he went forward to his face, and his head was crooked. He was about to kiss him!

"No..." Song Zhiye leaned back to the door, moved his eyes away from Xu Qingdu, covered up his inner thoughts, and tried to come back to find an excuse: "I just want to see if there is sweat on your face, and I also want to help you wipe it."

Xu Qingdu folded the paper towel which had wiped song Zhiye's sweat into his coat pocket, and kept the posture of squatting there.

"I'm not scared to sweat, but there's something I want you to help me with." Xu Qingdu put his hand on Song Zhiye's arm and went forward to him. He licked the tiger's teeth and said, "I'm a little thirsty, but I just bought a package of paper towels before I came in. They said that they can't bring water, so I didn't buy it."

Song Zhiye looks at Xu Qingdu, who is getting closer and closer. Suddenly, he feels his breath is short.

Mom! help!

"Do me a favor?" Xu Qingdu's hand did not know when to stick to song Zhiye's neck, still smiling dangerously.

Song Zhiye's brain is empty, and he doesn't know what reaction to make. He can only watch Xu Qingdu get closer and closer, and he is about to get married.

However, Xu Qingdu suddenly stopped at almost zero distance from him and said, "I will push you out to eliminate you. You go out and buy me a bottle of water to buy a ticket. I'll wait for you in this room."

Song Zhiye:

He wanted to go home to find his mother.