A Weak Passerby | BL, EDITED MTL

Chapter 92: Liu Qingzhi is pointed at by a gun

Fifteen minutes later, Liu Qingzhi, Huo Lin and Zhao Jiayan returned to Jellyfish Residence.

At this time, it was almost one o'clock and the sky outside had completely darkened. The moonlight was hidden in the clouds, and the entire sky was pitch black.

The slime that had been guarding the jellyfish residence jumped onto Liu Qingzhi's shoulder in a few steps, tilted its mimicking head and sniffed Liu Qingzhi, then said like a little detective, "Host, you drank alcohol, and it was distilled wine."

Liu Qingzhi hummed casually, walked into the room and went to the bathroom.

Huo Lin stood outside the door and glanced at Liu Qingzhi's back. The hand that had touched Liu Qingzhi's cheek not long ago twisted its fingertips slightly, as if recalling something.

After washing up, Liu Qingzhi went to bed.

He has always had a good sleep quality, or perhaps his past experience of clearing dungeons has taught him the habit of falling asleep quickly whenever he wants to.

In addition, because he had just drunk some wine in the private room of the train not long ago, Liu Qingzhi exuded a lazy feeling.

He lay in bed for a short while before falling asleep.

Liu Qingzhi slept very well. On the train, whether it was Huo Zheng and his four companions, or the four supervisors and other survivors, they were all in a state of post-war recovery. They were not very tired, but it was impossible for them to sleep as soundly as Liu Qingzhi.

Even when I lay in bed in the second half of the night, I couldn't fall asleep at all. All that came to my mind were the scenes that happened tonight.

Huo Zheng placed his hand on his chest. He could feel his heartbeat very clearly through his clothes.

Again and again, in the silent room, it seemed as if the blood flowing in his limbs and bones gradually overlapped.

The warm orange bedside lamp shone on his face. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above, watching the exquisite and intricate chandelier in the middle swaying slightly as the train moved. The pendant-like glass lamp column reflected the shadow of the warm bedside lamp.

Ever since he separated from Liu Qingzhi, Huo Zheng has been subconsciously avoiding thinking about things related to Liu Qingzhi.

In fact, before meeting Liu Qingzhi today, he was able to control his thoughts very well.

However, after seeing Liu Qingzhi, the emotions that had been deliberately suppressed for some time surged out like a dam with a valve suddenly broken.

He couldn't help but wonder what Liu Qingzhi was doing at this moment, and whether Liu Qingzhi and Huo Lin's relationship was much closer now than before.

The more I thought about it, the more restless my mind became.

He knew very well that he was jealous of Huo Lin.

Huo Zheng placed his hands over his eyes, blocking out all the light in the room with the back of his hands.

In the darkness, he sighed softly, and when he withdrew his hand again, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

But it didn't last for a few seconds, and the scenes related to Liu Qingzhi appeared in my mind again.

There is the image of him holding a sickle and killing mutants in the night, there is the image of him jumping up from the rubble with swiftness and neatness, and later there is him drinking in the private room with a faint blush gradually appearing on his cheeks.