Chapter Nineteen

  It would be better if the ground wasn't so messy, Lucky wouldn't trip due to tension. If he didn't trip, he could have snatched the box from Minglang in time. Lucky didn't want to deceive him, but he knew that if Minglang saw that he still kept the watch given by Xiangxi, he would definitely get angry.

  In fact, Ming Lang was indeed angry, and very angry. That small face the size of a palm again twisted into a date pit, with eyes that were hateful, jealous, and crazy.

  Ever since he met Gao Xi again, Ming Lang has become like this, like a firework without a fuse, which may explode at any time. His face is unpredictable, sometimes angry, sometimes pitiful, and sometimes as bewildered as a child.

  The gentle, romantic and bright person who used to surprise him has now become like another person, more and more frightening, more and more strange.

  "The classic Omega." The bright face had a gloomy expression, the corners of his mouth were still curled up, with a smile, but this was more terrifying than a direct outburst.

  "I love you forever. A truly romantic memorial."

  Luckily, I knew this was a prelude to an outburst, so I had to suppress my dissatisfaction with his current attitude and calmly said to Minglang: "Minglang, those are my personal belongings, you shouldn't be looking at them."

  "Hehe, yeah, this shouldn't be shown to me, this should be your little secret hidden deep down, right?"

  "Tsk tsk, look at this, my sentimental lover, you still keep the token of affection from your ex-boyfriend. Should I praise your loyalty or blame your infidelity?"

  Ming Lang waved his hand and suddenly slapped the watch onto the lucky face.

  Lucky and agile, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the watch.

  "Your reaction is quite fast! Are you afraid of falling?"

  "Come on, don't be like this, okay? Can you be rational?"

  "Am I not rational? You still want me to be aware of my rationality, but I clearly know that the lover who sleeps by my side every day has a heart that loves another person. Yet, I still pamper you like a god every day. I clearly know that your ex-boyfriend is still obsessed with you and comes to see you every day, yet I have to accompany you two to dinner, to go shopping, like a fool. Am I not rational?! How can I be more rational? Tell me, how can I be more rational?" The things on the bed were scattered all over the place by Minglang's violent outburst, with some even landing directly on Xingyun's body.

  "Alright, I know you don't like seeing Gong Xi, but he's only here to visit an old friend, and that includes both of us."

  "Shut up! You're still lying, lying with your eyes wide open, looking at me? What's there to look at? I've got nothing good to show. And I didn't sleep with him, what can he see in me?"

  Lucky blood rushed up all of a sudden, this statement is too excessive.

  "You, you're being unreasonable!"

  "Yes, I'm being unreasonable, so what?!"

  "Give me that watch, give it to me!"

  Good luck hid behind him.

  "Bring it out! Bring it out! Don't you like it? Tomorrow I'll buy some for you, ten yuan's worth, a hundred yuan's worth."

  "Cheer up, calm down!" Lucky yelled out loud.

  The result was useless, Minglang didn't know what he was looking for as he turned around, one moment holding a hammer in his hand, his eyes red as he walked over: "Take out that watch."

  "Be clear, can you talk some sense?"

  "I'll let you take it out."

  "I won't give it to you." Lucky looked at Minglang coldly, now whatever he said was useless, and Lucky didn't say anything more.

  "Give it to me! Bring it over!" Ming Lang went crazy and started tugging at Lucky, the two of them knocking things over on the floor, tearing and pulling at each other, stumbling and staggering. In a moment, Ming Lang had pinned Lucky's entire body down onto the table.

  Suddenly, Minglang's hammer was also thrown away, and he didn't pull the lucky hand either. Instead, he desperately pulled up Lucky's clothes.

  Xìngyùn jiù zhǐ chuān bèixīn, bèi mínglǎng cóng jiān de wèizhì sī suì le, bàn guà zài shēntǐ shàng, bái yè de jīròu shàng, lùchū le yī diǎn hóngsè de zhūyú.

  Two hands pressed down on Lucky's arm, lifting it upwards, and buried their heads in Lucky's body, frantically kissing, sucking, and biting that little bit of red.

  "Let me go, get out!" Ming Lang shouted. Xing Yun also struggled, twisting his body with all his might, but his hands were tied up and his upper body was pressed against the table, making it impossible for him to exert any strength. He could only try to use his legs to kick, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't kick Ming Lang.

  "Let me go, you bastard."

  Good Fortune cursed loudly, but Brightly acted as if he hadn't heard anything and casually picked up something like a curtain from the table to tie Good Fortune's two hands.

  He freed up one hand and ripped off Lucky's lower body clothing with a single pull.

  "No!" Lucky's desperate cry was drowned out, but Minglang had already lost his sanity. He was now a raging beast, oblivious to any resistance. The more he resisted, the more excited and impatient he became.

  "No! No! I don't want to!"