The frivolous voice was full of guard, and it was said to He Zhuo.
But He Zhuo couldn't open his mouth to answer at all.
He didn't dodge, didn't evade, and didn't move, allowing the two eyes to collide impressively, his eye sockets were hot and humid.
Ji Tingyu put down his cigarette, sized him up from head to toe, looked at his most seductive eyes for two seconds, and suddenly turned angry into a smile: "Hey, where did you come from, young master?" ah?"
With just this sentence, He Zhuo's tears fell instantly.
He wept silently, his ears were filled with his own beating heartbeat, everything in front of him was suddenly blurred, the sunset, snow-capped mountains and bonfires all became the background board, and only Ji Tingyu was the only clear focus.
He wears a dusk filter, like a drunken star.
He Zhuo looked at him almost greedily, at his slender fingers, narrow waist and hips, his upturned buttocks riding on the black leather seat, and that flamboyant face that he had only seen once in his previous life...
His heart almost stopped beating, and his mouth and nose seemed to be covered tightly with sheets of soaked paper. Even if he breathed desperately, he couldn't grab a trace of oxygen.
Just when the lungs were about to expand and explode, the paper covering his face was suddenly lifted off! Huge gusts of air rushed into his nose like crazy - this is the only feeling left in He Zhuo's body at the moment he saw Ji Tingyu: as if he was born again.
The frozen time flowed again, and there were snowflakes and raindrops falling from the sky, covering the eyelashes of the two with snow curtains.
Ji Tingyu looked suspiciously at this strange alpha who was crying towards him——a dress that was incompatible with this place, as if he had come from afar from another world, with a handsome face that was so indifferent to freezing point, but looked so sad So desperate, the whole person was enveloped by a strong sense of fate.
For some reason, Ji Tingyu felt that his heart was also being pulled, and he felt a little sore.
The snow on his eyelashes melted into water, and the eyes looking at He Zhuo turned into a cloudy lake in the drizzle.
And He Zhuo thought that all his beliefs in this life grew out of those eyes.
"Do I remind you of someone? You look sad."
"I... am looking for my lover."
"He's gone? You can give me the photo, and I'll get someone to pay attention to you." Ji Tingyu lowered his head and took out his phone.
"I think I've found him..."
He Zhuo grabbed his hand, his eyes were soaked with an almost crazy attachment.
The author has something to say:
Yu: Do you know how cheesy your strike-up is!
He: Sorry, I haven't rehearsed this scene in my head.
Yu: Why?
He: Because you never want to come into my dreams.
Chapter 3 The Eyes of the Prey
Ji Tingyu was stunned.
He swore that if anyone else had said that to him, he would have beaten that person in embarrassment.
But when these words overflowed from the lips of the man in front of him, it made him feel a hand touching his heart.
Is it the color, why his eyes look so soulful? Like gems with sad stories.
The combination of such eyes and his hoarse voice made every word he uttered turn into a beautiful love poem.
Ji Tingyu couldn't help but build a suitable lens background for him in his mind—probably a mixed-race male star with thick face, using a gray-green filter in a rainy town full of green grass in West Free State. The mirror shoots a love tragedy movie.
As for why it is a tragedy.
——Because the sense of widowhood in him is too heavy! The first time Ji Tingyu saw him, he thought that his wife had just died.
But now it seems that this should just be his way to strike up a conversation? And he was really shaken.
Tsk...
Ji Tingyu felt a little frustrated, as if he was a helpless cat being pinned to the ground, but his young and useless desire to win made him never want to lose.
He stretched out his fingers into a V shape, stuck the chin of the man in front of him, and looked at him frivolously: "Although your eyes are indeed very sexy, but I am approached dozens of times a year, and you are the most old-fashioned one."
So just take it when you see it.
But what the man did next was beyond his expectation.
He Zhuo tilted his head slightly, and pressed his face into Ji Tingyu's palm.
His eye sockets became more wet, and his Adam's apple was sliding up and down very slowly, with such a cautious and greedy appearance, it made people feel that he had longed for this touch for many, many years.
"If you like my eyes, I can keep them looking at you."
He Zhuo's voice reveals the coldness of the snow-capped mountains, like the dirge from a cello that has been running on the waves for decades, sexy and charming.
Ji Tingyu cursed secretly, because he felt his heart was caught again, "You should let go."
Quit if you can't beat it, you can't really jump up and bite like a cat.
Fortunately, He Zhuo was not entangled and immediately let go.
But--
Ji Tingyu looked down at his left hand holding the phone: "The other one."
Damn it, why didn't he have any precautions this time, and let people restrain both hands unconsciously.
He Zhuo smiled and did as he did, and when he let go, his fingertips seemed to accidentally touch the small round bone on his wrist.
Ji Tingyu felt it, but he didn't want to worry about it anymore, otherwise who knows what this outrageous man will say.
He couldn't stand someone reading love poems with such eyes.
Ji Tingyu got off the bus and left.
"I was stolen." He Zhuo's voice sounded behind him.
What does that matter to me? I didn't do it!
"Where was it stolen?" Ji Tingyu didn't know why he turned around.
"At the entrance to the station. A boy told me that he hadn't eaten for a long time. I said sorry, and I hadn't eaten for a long time. Then he gave me half a baguette. I was worried that I didn't know how to thank him. He Just figured it out for me - I came back from the toilet and he was gone with my backpack and all my gear."
"Hahaha those are habitual thieves, who only steal fat sheep from other places like you." Ji Tingyu smiled flamboyantly, and the side face shrouded in the setting sun had a creamy and delicate luster, which made people want to pounce on him uncontrollably. Lick and taste.
He Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled down calmly.
"I can't get it back. I'll ask someone to help you on the black market to see if anyone is selling your ID." Ji Tingyu took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to him.
"Um?"
He Zhuo's voice seemed to be emotional even just reading a single word.
Ji Tingyu pinched his ears helplessly, and handed over the money: "Take it, hasn't it been a long time since you ate?"
"Ah... yes." He Zhuo kicked away the bag of compressed biscuits on the ground, "Thank you Director Ji, I'm poor now."
In fact he had just written the guide a check for two hundred thousand.
Ji Tingyu was like a jingle cat, and he took out something from his pocket and stuffed it for him. He Zhuo looked down, and it turned out to be candy.
The small square candies wrapped in colorful transparent plastic paper were wrinkled, like a child who hides a treasure in his pocket and is reluctant to eat it.
"A reward for me?" He smiled like he was teasing a child.
Ji Tingyu couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, what was going on in this man's mind?
"To save your life. Next time you are stolen, remember to ask someone to leave the candy for you. Newell's night is terrible, you will die without calories."
He was kind enough to make one's heart soft, and he was obviously furious just now, but after hearing that He Zhuo had been stolen, he gave him all his money and candy stock.
He Zhuo was stunned there, forgot to accept it for a while.
"Tsk, pay me back if you don't."
There is no way to sell this candy abroad, and he only has these few left.
"I didn't say no." He Zhuo immediately peeled off one and ate it, then opened his coat pocket and put the rest back, "I leave the rest to you."
A set of movements is smooth and flowing, I don't know how natural it is.
Ji Tingyu suddenly had the illusion that he and this man in front of him had known each other for many years, but they were separated for a long time and never saw each other again.
"Have we met before?"
He Zhuo paused with his fingertips, and the action of helping him close the pocket seemed to heal a cracked scar.
"I haven't seen it before. Besides, the way you strike up a conversation is not very novel."
"really? Haha."
Ji Tingyu smirked emotionlessly. I don't know why seeing his "wife just died two days ago and someone brought up the sad thing", he was very upset and wanted to put out the cigarette in his hand, but there was no one nearby. A place where you can grind smoke.
Just as he was shaking the cigarette and looking around, he felt two cool fingers suddenly cover the back of his hand, sliding down gently like wiping a long-necked vase, and the half of the cigarette was transferred to He Zhuo's hand inside.
He held the cigarette with his index finger and middle finger, and rubbed the red cigarette end with his thumb and ring finger downwards, and took the cigarettes that others had smoked in his hand without hesitation.