229 You help me fly (30)

Damn it, you dare to do domestic violence!

Next up is the shooting event.

This Suna didn't believe that she would lose. After all, she had been taught by the gun master.

"You go first." Suna handed him the loaded air gun. Jing Lin looked at her leisurely and contented look and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His snow-white fingers were so slender that he pulled the trigger of the toy. His slightly curly hair covered his forehead. His obsidian eyes were cold and calm, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the target in the distance.

The young man is tall, thin and tall. He is wearing a black and white coat. The metal zipper reflects slightly under the light. As he focuses on the target, the invisible magnetic field slowly gathers.

There is no expression on his face when he is serious, and the unique tear mole at the corner of his eye adds a bit of coldness and indifference.

Suna stared at him unblinkingly, holding his breath, feeling that this moment was as familiar as when he was at the shooting range.

The moment it was shot, the arrow was sucked straight onto the target with nine rings.

But there was no applause here.

Suna loaded the arrow quickly and aimed at the bull's-eye. Before the opponent could look back, the arrow had already been sucked into the center of the ten rings.

The two men were shooting at the same target. The boy was stunned before he lowered his raised hand.

Jing Lin: "..."

The beautiful eyes like a deep pool were always so confident that no emotion could be seen in them, but at this moment, the master's stunned look could be seen. This was something he did not expect.

Suna adhered to the principle of wearing 13 to the bottom. When the opponent slowly turned his gaze, the palm-sized air gun flexibly rotated on the slender fingertips and blew the muzzle of the gun casually.

"..." The scene was quiet for two seconds, Jing Lin pursed his thin lips, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covered the depth of his eyes.

"Let's move on to the next item." Suna quickly glanced at the expression on his face and suppressed the raised corners of his mouth.

Now the two were even.

Using what the other person taught him before to defeat the current person made Suna feel full of accomplishment.

Many games in the arcade are shooting games, and Suna has a great advantage.

After playing for an hour, Suna put down the empty plastic basket in his hand and curled his lips: "I think that little brother is in line with my aesthetics. Go and get my QQ number for me."

She almost knew the other party's purpose in formulating the rules of the game, and she just wanted to tease him by pretending to be innocent.

Jing Lin: "..."

The actual scene was completely inconsistent with his expectations.

The young man squinted his dark eyes and glanced in the direction she pointed, his expression untroubled.

The long snow-white fingers that landed on the currency exchange machine were moving unconsciously.

"Jingshen wants to go back on his promise?" Su Na pretended to be ignorant, blinking and staring at him with slight condemnation.

"No, I just want to find a boyfriend."

Jing Lin pursed his lips in silence and looked at the tall, thin, short-haired boy in front of the claw machine who was holding the doll intently, his eyes slightly cold.

The light was dim, and Suna couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear the young man's cold voice asking without emotion: "Do you like this one?"

"Yes, he looks quite handsome."

"..."

Jing Lin's face darkened instantly. When he raised his eyes, his beautiful and calm black eyes were bottomless, as if they were dizzy from a whirlpool. The tear mole under the corner of the eye seems to be darker in color, cold and evil.

Suna watched him walk towards her expressionlessly, slowly step by step, the metal zipper reflecting silvery cold light as he moved.

Every step feels stressful...

When the two faced each other, Suna raised her head slightly and before her eyes met, the other person's hands with clear knuckles gently rested on her shoulders.

The cold and light fragrance approaches from above, and the slightly cold gaze above the head is completely impossible to ignore.