Ling Yin was also exhausted, leaning on his knees, gasping for breath, as he glanced up at Hua Hua five meters away. Neither of them moved until five minutes later, Hua Hua waved: "Come over, I promise I won't kill you!"
Ling Yin wasn't a fool. Seeing Hua Hua's next move, he took off running.
The long-distance race was once again staged in a foreign land.
These carefree and happy days were unbelievably novel until the two of them had no energy left and collapsed in a tiny café, panting like dogs almost on the verge of death.
Sweat trickled down, disappearing into Hua Hua's collar. Ling Yin really wanted to pull open his collar to see the course of the little stream, but he had already annoyed Hua Hua, so he had to temporarily abandon his wicked thoughts.
"What do you want to drink?"
Hua Hua was still upset: "I want to blend you into juice and drink it!"
Ling Yin wisely kept quiet and ordered two cups of Blue Mountain coffee.
