[MTL, BL] Run With The Ball in an Escape Game (Unlimited Streaming)

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These residents are so densely packed that they can't see their heads.

Ying Mutian and Jing Huan looked at each other, and decisively jumped down the gap between the corridors at the moment when the residents rushed up.

Residents who have climbed to the top of the building: "..."

The ground is nearly 20 meters away under the feet of the two of them, and they will definitely fall to their death at this height. But fortunately, the residents here did everything possible to secure a living space for themselves, and even the narrow place outside the window was not spared. Countless iron shelves and signboards were installed, so dense that they had to find a way to avoid them when they jumped off.

Jing Huan accurately stepped on the iron frame and quickly fell, as light as flying over the eaves.

In just half a minute, the two of them reached the ground from the top of the building more than 30 meters away.

Sure enough, there was no one on the ground, and all the residents were confident and ready to catch them on the roof.

Jing Huan and Ying Mutian ran back quickly, they had to go to the old house of Wang Er's family later. After running for a while and hearing many people coming down, they hid in a small locked warehouse on the second floor.

Holding their breath, the two hid in the middle of two piles of debris. The space here is narrow, and the two of them have been exercising vigorously. Ying Mutian can smell the faint breath of Jing Huan as soon as he takes a breath. There is no sweat odor. It is a very fresh and inviolable smell, which is very familiar.

A picture flashed in his mind, it seemed that someone was hugging him, and there was a voice.

"You're cool and comfortable."

The man hugged him. The strange thing was that the other party was wearing a white robe, and his body seemed to have become smaller, so he could easily be hugged.

What followed was his constant resistance, unwilling to be picked up.

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Ying Mutian was a little puzzled. Who is that guy hugging him? Do you have this memory when you were young? No, maybe there is.

"Huanhuan...you, do you wear a white robe?"

When Jing Huan heard the words, he raised his head, his eyes reflected the bright windows, and he looked a bit childish.

"Guess."

His voice was smooth, but Ying Mutian felt that he heard a hint of cuteness in it, and by the way, his heart trembled because of the cuteness.

Ying Mutian also responded "playfully": "Tell me."

Jing Huan's face was numb, and his tone suddenly cooled: "Let you think for yourself, what kind of cuteness are you selling."

Ying Mutian instantly became cowardly.

Well, things related to memory are completely the minefield of Huanhuan, and he almost jumped into the minefield just now.

The gap between the clutter was narrow, and the entire clutter room was not ventilated. It didn't take long for Jing Huan to feel too hot to breathe. There was a fire in his chest, uncomfortable.

He was actually used to this feeling. When he was a child, he was often so hot that he fainted. But every time he felt that he was going to be completely burned to ashes, there was always a cold hand on his forehead, and the cool feeling would instantly spread throughout his body.