It was getting dark outside the window, and the porcelain cup in my hand was also covered with a layer of moonlight. Meng Hui rubbed his fingertips on the surface of the cup twice, then raised his head suddenly as if being pulled by something, and his eyes met with Jiang Yan's.
Jiang Yan smiled brightly, and the two of them were so close that their noses almost touched each other. He opened his mouth slightly, and a puff of smoke slowly came out and hit Meng Hui's face.
He just wanted to be disgusted and retaliate, but he didn't expect that the other party also blew lightly, and the smoke dispersed in a blur. The two of them stared at each other, and their breath hit each other's face.
"Fuck."
Meng Hui suddenly buried his head in his arms, and Jiang Yan turned his head to look at the crescent moon.
Actually, he suddenly blushed.
Jiang Yan × Meng Hui
A fool should be attacked with a venomous tongue (bitter tongue)
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Talking wrongly, being arrogant (awkward) and suffering
Intention: None