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 moment, and at this moment, 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 someone who had just flirted; he was serious, as if nothing had happened.
