Lin Hang propped up his legs, his fingers deftly sliding across the phone screen.
"Beep beep," two messages popped up on my phone.
While I was working on the clothes, the sound of Lin Hang slurping through a straw was incessant in my ears,
He was playing King of Glory while sipping cola through the straw.
Suddenly, the sound of Lin Hang slurping through the straw stopped.
At first I thought he had finished the cola and didn't pay much attention.
It wasn't until the continuous sound of being killed came from his phone that I realized something was amiss.
I looked up to see Lin Hang staring blankly at the end of the straw.
One end of the straw was clogged by something dark and ominous, looking like a big-headed fly.
"Cousin." Lin Hang looked unfortunate, his neck mechanically turning toward me.
I felt a bit complicated, how could there be a fly in an unopened can of cola, "Why don't you go rinse your mouth in the bathroom??"
