Is this really just a game?
Si Yao looked at Ling Yi, his fingers curled up slightly, and he could hardly help but touch the side of his face. "Are you fake too?"
"If you think I'm real, then I'm real; if you think I'm fake..." Ling Yi chuckled, and hooked his white fingertips on Si Yao's side. A little cold, he thought. Then he raised it in front of him with his eagerness to move, and his thin and desolate lips touched lightly, but the two became unexpectedly warm. He raised his head, revealing his hot and arrogant eyes. "Then you can't run away."
I just love you, nothing else.
Intention: teenager