A Weak Passerby | BL, EDITED MTL

Chapter 40: Who does Liu Qingzhi like more?

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Lin walked in.

Liu Qingzhi withdrew his hand, raised his eyes, glanced past Huo Zheng in front of him, and looked at Huo Lin who was approaching this side.

Seeing that Liu Qingzhi's attention was instantly taken away, Huo Zheng pursed his thin lips. He stepped back and sat on the sofa. Before Liu Qingzhi could answer, he asked Huo Lin: "What do you think we are doing?"

His tone sounded like a very ordinary rhetorical question, but his voice seemed to contain some other more hidden meanings.

Not obvious, but impossible to ignore.

It just happens to be stuck at the lowest critical point that will cause people to have some kind of association.

And these were also the first words he had said since Huo Lin got in the car.

Huo Lin lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at Huo Zheng who was sitting on the sofa with his gray pupils.

Huo Zheng also turned his head to meet his gaze.

At this moment, a tense atmosphere suddenly filled the air, with a faint sense of tension.

Huo Lin didn't say anything. He moved his eyes slightly and looked at the wound on Huo Zheng's neck for a second, then looked at the black ring on the table, and finally fixed his eyes on Liu Qingzhi's fingertips which had traces of blood on them.

Liu Qingzhi's skin was too white, and the slight powder on her nails was clear and distinct. At this moment, the scarlet blood fell on it, like a smudge of red paint. When Huo Lin thought about who it came from, he felt it was very annoying.

At this moment, Huo Zheng's gaze also rested on Liu Qingzhi's fingertips.

But his emotions were completely different from Huo Lin's.

It was obvious that when the other person just touched his wound with his fingertips, there was nothing charming or ambiguous about it; it was just a warning.

But now, looking at the blood that belonged to him on Liu Qingzhi's fingertips, Huo Zheng felt a burning sensation in his heart as if he was gently scalded by something.

This feeling is very subtle, and there is a very secret kind of comfort.

Especially after seeing Huo Lin's increasingly cold and dark eyes, when he looked at Liu Qingzhi again, he felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. There was even a moment when he wanted to walk over directly, hold up Liu Qingzhi's hand, bend down and kiss Liu Qingzhi's fingertips with his lips.

However, this lingering thought only flashed through my mind, and in the blink of an eye it was deeply buried in an unreachable corner.

After all, he was not so irrational as to take the risk of doing something that would displease Liu Qingzhi at this time.

Thinking of this, Huo Zheng suddenly felt as if his blood was frozen for a moment.

Then it quickly disappeared.

It was the central fluid that entered his veins.

He recalled what Liu Qingzhi had said.

At that time, after the initial surprise, instead of worrying about the possibility of a whale explosion in his body, he was more excited about establishing a special connection with Liu Qingzhi.

Thinking of this, the corners of Huo Zheng's lips rose slightly, forming an extremely subtle arc.

Huo Lin glanced at him, walked to Liu Qingzhi, and lifted up Liu Qingzhi's wrist very naturally: "It's dirty."