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Chapter 107: Entering the West City Base

Chapter 107 Entering the West City Base

Liu Qingzhi deliberately dragged out his tone, with the ending sound rising slightly. The two words "root of the tongue" are easy to make people have some associations. At this moment, after being deliberately repeated by Liu Qingzhi, the hidden ambiguity derived from these two words gradually permeated in the air.

Since the positions where the two people were standing were offset by one level of stairs, the height difference allowed Liu Qingzhi and Huo Lin, who originally had different lines of sight, to be almost perfectly level.

It was also because of this height difference that any subtle changes on Huo Lin's face were clearly seen by Liu Qingzhi.

He saw that under his gaze, Huo Lin's pale, thin lips unconsciously pursed slightly, and under his long and narrow eyelashes, his gray pupils were covered with a layer of shadow, revealing a hint of indiscernible emotion.

Liu Qingzhi's gaze penetrated the emotions in Huo Lin's eyes and saw his own reflection in the shadow.

He smiled softly.

The person in Huo Lin's eyes also smiled.

Very blurry and very clear.

Liu Qingzhi quite likes Huo Lin, who has his own personality reflected in his pupils.

To be more precise, he liked Huo Lin who always stared at him intently.

The next second, Liu Qingzhi curled the corners of his lips slightly, leaned forward, and moved closer to Huo Lin.

As for Huo Lin, looking at Liu Qingzhi's face that was getting closer and closer, his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't have any intention of retreating, so the distance between the two of them kept getting closer and closer until finally, there was only a fist's distance left.

Now, the breath exhaled from Liu Qingzhi's nose naturally spread into the air, and slowly lingered on Huo Lin's nose tip, lips, and chin...

There was a subtle fragrance mixed in with the thin hot air, very faint, but extremely pleasant.

When it flowed to Huo Lin's face, even through a layer of human skin mask, he could still feel this somewhat invasive temperature.

Huo Lin's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He looked at Liu Qingzhi, whose eyes and eyebrows were full of interest and smiles. He opened his lips slightly and was about to speak, but Liu Qingzhi reached out his hand and touched Huo Lin's chin.

Liu Qingzhi's sudden action made Huo Lin pause slightly.

Although he was wearing a human skin mask on his face, the mask was extremely thin and breathable.

At this moment, Huo Lin could feel Liu Qingzhi's fingertips slowly caressing his chin.

Perhaps it was precisely because there was a layer between them compared to the direct skin-to-skin contact in the past, so Huo Lin felt a little distant. It was as if a light feather was slowly scraping across his chest, a little itchy and slightly numb.

Liu Qingzhi felt the human skin mask on Huo Lin's face with his fingertips, and then fixed his eyes on Huo Lin's closed lips.

There was a smile in his eyes, as well as a hint of undisguised curiosity. His gorgeous and delicate eyebrows were like roses growing on a white skeleton, and he looked very sick and depressed.

But it is extremely bright.

He looked at Huo Lin closely, his eyes slightly lowered, and said calmly: "Huo Lin, open your mouth and let me see your tattoo."