Max and the Mechanical Army Chapter 88

Lu Bixing looked at Dylan Lin in bewilderment, and said sleepwalkingly: "I asked you to K!ss me, so you did... I, I must not be sober."

Dylan Lin stepped back slightly, gently placed his hand on his head, and touched his hair as he wished. It turned out that the hair was just naturally curly, not as soft as it looked, a little cold, and only the roots were stained with body temperature. Dylan Lin was a person who hated physical contact with others, and didn't know how to control the strength of "touching". His fingertips were calloused, and because he was too cautious, he touched very lightly, like a breeze brushing across his scalp. Lu Bixing shivered, and the nerve endings hidden in the dermis seemed to break out of the ground collectively. He was too sensitive, and his body, which had just awakened, lacked self-control, and immediately produced some uncivilized reactions.

In the dark, Lu Bixing hurriedly retracted his legs. His movements were so fast that they almost produced the effect of the "sweeping kick" in ancient legends. In such a small space, his kick just happened to make Dylan Lin stagger. Dylan Lin stretched out his hand to support himself, but then pressed on his thigh. Lu Bixing visibly took a breath and jumped up like a shrimp. He hurriedly bent over and picked up the empty gift box beside him, then huddled into a ball, not daring to breathe for a long time.

Dylan Lin: ...

Lu Bixing's face was exposed to the dim light of the crystal ball, and it was red from his neck to his ears.