Crossing Worlds Provocation

Got.

As soon as this sentence came out, Xiao Yixing, who was standing among so many people, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

Then turned to stare at him.

Huo Qi laughed so unhappily, with a cynical look, he licked his lips and looked forward.

He always looks upright and indifferent, but he just likes to watch him lose control.

Xiao Yixing did not respond, nor was he able to respond in the public.

As soon as the elevator reached the sixth-floor movie theater, Huo Qi followed the crowd one after another. Xiao Yixing came out the last one, his eyes fixed on a person faintly.

Huo Qi seemed to feel the inexplicable anxious feeling behind him. When he looked back, he saw Xiao Yixing avert his gaze and went to get the movie ticket first.

Most of the people who watch the movie are couples or families, but they are two men.

However, the two of them looked more serious, as if they were good buddies.

Everyone took their seats. The two of them sat in the last row. Huo Qi originally wanted to sit in the front, but Xiao Yixing chose to be behind.

When Huo Qi walked towards the last row holding the movie ticket, he frowned slightly:

"Aren't you afraid of not seeing you without glasses?"

The line of sight is okay, not to consider his situation.

Unexpectedly, after his words fell, Xiao Yixing said indifferently:

"Aren't you asking me to apply ointment to you?"

How to paint while sitting in front?

Was onlookers?

Huo Qi was about to speak, but after reacting to something, he choked silently for a while: "..."

Inexplicably, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and his expression suddenly seemed a little unnatural.

I just talked about it.

Xiao Yixing, is it true?

The words spoken are like spilled water. The location for watching the movie has been selected, and it seems difficult to change words.

Two people are sitting in the last row. Fortunately, there are not many people in this row, and the distance is relatively scattered.

Xiao Yixing sat down and stretched out his hand, with a light voice: "Give me something."

As soon as Huo Qi heard this, he was particularly uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Originally, he thought Xiao Yixing would feel that he was offensive and sneered at what he said, but he did not expect—

But no matter what he thinks, he is not so embarrassed.

It's just that I'm sorry, it seems I can only bite the bullet.

He handed the ointment over for a long time with the ink stain, Xiao Yixing took it directly and popped out a few words: "Walking."

Huo Qi: "..."

The screen went dark, the curtain of the movie lit up, and the movie began to play gradually.

A faint light was reflected on the screen, projecting on Huo Qi's face, and the change in his expression could not be understood for a while between the light and dark flashing.

He slightly squeezed the earlobe with one hand, rubbed it, lowered his head and slightly drooped eyelids. For a while, he felt a little warm all over his body.

Xiao Yixing squeezed the sunburn ointment out of his palm. He kept looking at the movie screen in front of him, but his men pulled Huo Qi's arm over.

The cold ointment was applied to his arm, and Huo Qi's body was tight in an instant, like an electric shock for a while, making his fists clenched and breathing.

With the movements of Xiao Yixing's hands, his sunburned area was indeed more comfortable, and the cool ointment eased the heat of his skin.

But he was full of strange heat from the inside out.

"Release your hand, don't you want me to touch it?"

The professor's voice fell low in the movie hall.

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