Chapter 111.2 (1/2)
”Don't move.”
”Well? What's the matter? ”
Liang Xiaoyu raises his head slightly and looks at Xin Zezhao confusedly. He sees that Xin Zezhao's mouth is slightly raised and his hand is gently rubbing away his forehead. He is sweating a little because of dancing.
The unexpected gentle action makes Liang Xiaoyu feel that the deer who has been sleeping in her heart seems to have signs of awakening, and a touch of crimson quietly climbs onto her face.
”Thank you ”Xie” Liang Xiaoyu somewhat unnaturally avoided Xin Zezhao's sight, bowed his head and said thanks in a soft voice.
”Well, do you want to play any more?” Xinzezhao calmly back hand, see cool small more than a rare shame, eyes a soft.
Hearing Xin Zezhao's question, Liang Xiaoyu remembered what she had brought Xin Zezhao here for tonight, and left behind her inexplicable palpitation: ”of course, it can't be just me playing!”
Liang Xiaoyu walks forward with great interest, only to find that Xin Zezhao is still standing in the same place. As soon as his brain is hot, he returns to the past and takes Xin Zezhao's hand to move forward.
The warm touch from the palm of his hand made Xin Zezhao lose his mind for a moment, and he was so easily pulled forward by Liang Xiaoyu.
After passing through the crowd, he arrived at the destination he was looking for. Looking back, he saw Xin Zezhao looking at him with his lips closed and silent. Liang Xiaoyu reflected what he had done and quickly released his hand.
He coughed unnaturally, cleared his throat, relieved his embarrassment and said, ”you should be able to play with this, right?”
That very unnatural blush naturally did not escape Xin Zezhao's narrow peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his mouth were faint with a smile. Xin Zezhao, relying on his height advantage, bowed his head and whispered in the cool little Yu's small ears.
”I won't. You can teach me.”
”You can't?” Liang Xiaoyu tried to ignore the crisp itching and the abnormal feeling of rapid heartbeat, and looked at the sports basketball machine in front of him in surprise.
”Well, I haven't played.” Xin Zezhao nodded his head.
”It's very simple. Don't you men all love playing basketball?”
Liang Xiaoyu skillfully took out two game coins and put them down. His slender white hand picked up the basketball rolling down from the loose baffle. With a little effort, he drew an elegant arc, and the whole movement was flowing.
”Clang.” One hit, one hit.
Just when Liang Xiaoyu wanted to add more strength and pick up the second basketball, he found himself surrounded by a familiar cold breath.
Looking back, Xin Zezhao is standing behind him. His slender arm encircles him in his arms. The warm touch from his back and the clear and rumored heartbeat of Xin Zezhao make Liang Xiaoyu's face crimson.