Fanservice Paradox

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     Happy Lantern Festival, my darlings! Love you guys, biubiubiu ~ Fang Juexia's time was messed up, so he was messed up too.

"Here you go." He hurriedly stuffed the glutinous rice paste into Pei Tingsong's hands, then forcibly twisted his arm and returned to his original half of the space.

How many minutes were left? He tried to calculate the time, but the more he calculated, the more chaotic it became. The wrong second hand was like a beat that couldn't be caught, and he couldn't catch up. Fang Juexia could only choose to give up. He leaned his back against the inner wall of the cabinet and retracted his hands and feet as much as possible, as if that would make him safe.

But his little clock was broken, and he had lost his calm and steady confidence.

To be honest, Pei Tingsong was a little confused about what had just happened. He squeezed the glutinous rice paste in his hand, and the packaging made the sound of plastic being squeezed.

Fang Juexia's perceptual system was always delayed. His perception was slow, just like in the paper game before, when he was only shocked by Pei Tingsong's swift and violent attack, and nothing else. But suddenly, the sound of packaging in the quiet closet seemed to have triggered a nerve in his perceptual system, and in an instant, he was pulled back to the scene of the game where his desire to win was bursting.

The sound of glass candy rubbing began to boil in his red ears after a long delay.

Not only did the clock malfunction, but now even his perception was beginning to be messed up.

It turned out that Fang Juexia wanted to give him snacks. Pei Tingsong finally understood the other party's motive.

Just say it.

Right, Fang Juexia wanted to say it directly at first, but he stopped him.

Outside, the sound of his teammates arguing in the living room could be heard.

Pei Tingsong felt helpless. He should have been one of them.

"You want to send me away with this …" he whispered.

Unexpectedly, Fang Juexia on the other side of the darkness beat him to it. "Then throw it over and give it back to me."

He tried to take the opportunity to withdraw his offer of snacks, even though his tone was a little cold.

"In your dreams." He didn't return anything that was in his hands. He directly opened the packaging with his teeth, squeezed out the soft glutinous rice paste and brought it to his mouth.

The moment it touched his lips, the familiar soft sensation made Pei Tingsong fall into a trance for a moment.

Clearly, there were no strange emotions during the game. All he wanted to do was to win.

But now, his lips seemed to have been electrified, and this glutinous rice glutinous rice had evoked a strange reverie.

In the darkness where no one could see, Pei Tingsong's Adam's apple bobbed up and down a few times in panic. Then, he swallowed the small soft thing in one gulp and swore to himself that he would never eat Glutinous Rice Paste again.

Even so, the scene of passing the candy paper still lingered in his mind. The darker it was, the brighter Fang Juexia's eyes shone at that moment.

Darkness was a petri dish for emotions, while silence was a magnifying glass for senses.

For some unknown reason, Pei Tingsong wanted to break the silence. He stretched out his numb legs and nudged Fang Juexia. "Hey."

"Don't I have a name?"