Next to the film city, under the low hotel wall.
The scent of an egg wrap with sesame sauce and scallions floated along the night wind.
Wu Jin looked up at the pancakes, then looked at the fishing rod.
The fishing line swayed upwards.
Wu Jin raised his head.
The fishing rod continued to rise.
Wu Jin stood up on the artificial stones of the garden.
The line shortened, and the fruit wrap was lifted up over the edge of the wall––
Wei Shi retrieved the fishing rod.
Beneath the dim yellow street lights, the small fluffy curls first appeared from the other side of the low wall, and then a pair of eyes and a portion of the small round face.
Wu Jin’s eyes were wide and round.
Wei Shi shook the fishing rod and lured the wild Little Witch that had grown out of the wall, “Come out and eat.”
A few minutes later, Wu Jin sported a cap as he jumped out of the hotel’s back door.
However, Wei Shi kept the fruit pancake he’d used as bait for himself, and tossed the still hot bag with the second wrap that he’d kept in his arms to Wu Jin.
The street lamps lengthened their figures and caused their shadows to overlap.
Before Wu Jin could finish racking his brains to think of something to say, Wei Shi had taken out a bottle of hand sanitizer from the basket of the bicycle.
Wu Jin obediently queued up to clean his hands.
Wei Shi squeezed quite a lot of it into the palm of his own hand, then said thoughtfully, “There’s too much.” Then, he used his eyes to indicate that Wu Jin should stretch out his little paws.
Wu Jin: “......”
Wei Shi covered his hands in an overbearing manner, squeezing out more hand sanitizer and directly rubbing their hands together.
Their palms touched.
It seemed as though there was a numbing, shocking electric current that jumped from where their skin touched, leaping through his spinal cord directly to the center of his brain. Wu Jin froze.
––It had happened again!
––Ahhhhh, the high definition movie projector was playing again!
Wu Jin struggled not to get caught up in these fragmented ‘memories’, but it was as though his mind was reflecting inside a prism.
On the sci-fi channel, Mr. Wei turned around while wearing a silver and blue mask, standing against a dreamy, cyberpunk background; on the historical channel, Mr. Wei wore a baroque King’s cloak and declared Wu Jin as the only officially appointed King’s mistress in France... there was also a metaphysics channel, a gunfight channel, a nature channel, showing an expressionless Wei Shi, a Wei Shi with slightly curved lips, a sexy and aroused Wei...
Wu Jin: “!!!” How come it could switch channels and replay?! This must be a preset high definition TV box––
The memories finally stopped on one scene.
Inside Floating City, the fluorescent lights glowed. The man wore a mask as he wiped hand sanitizer made of an unknown substance onto his palm. Colored bubbles floated up. Wu Jin huffed and blew out a stream of air, and a stream of bubbles hit Wei Shi’s face. The man laughed and said in a low voice, “Close your eyes.”
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