Chapter Twenty

  "Damn you!"

  "Get out of here, you bastard!"

  Lucky was muttering angrily, gritting his teeth in hatred.

  His body shook with each bright, jerky movement, and every touch inside transmitted a tearing pain, more psychological than physical. The brightness of the forced action made him nauseous, his tongue was forced into his mouth, and every inch of his hand slid over, making him feel sick.

  "You're mine, can only be mine."

  "You promised to be with me forever." Ming Lang said, panting as he spoke.

  "Get out of my sight! Break up! Break up! You pervert! Freak!"

  Every time they say a word of farewell, Ming Lang will make him understand more deeply that he is connected with him.

  That process was abnormally long, so long that his lucky brain began to lack oxygen. When it ended and how he lay back in bed, he didn't know any of these things.

  When he woke up, it was already late at night. The only light in the room came from a small lamp on the wall, casting a dim yellow glow. Outside the window, the rain pattered against the glass, making a soft whooshing sound. Minglang lay sleeping beside him, with obvious tear stains on his face. Xingyun sat there watching him for a while, then let out a sigh. Sometimes it really was... if only I had known earlier...

  Lucky slowly got up, every inch of skin on his body was screaming in pain, and the soles of his feet were only touching the ground, while the back of his head was already throbbing with pain!

  Lucky's heart sank with the pain, and the two of them somehow ended up like this. Ming Lang had actually become violent to himself, just a few months ago they were still sweet and loving, but in the blink of an eye, it had escalated to today's situation.

  I've woken up! When you're not combining with others for emotional purposes, you've already done something wrong.

  It's time to leave, although there have been countless happy moments in this small room.

  Luckily, he found his clothes and slowly put them on. He thought to himself that he would deal with the rest of his belongings later when he had time. For now, he just wanted to grab his identification and some money, and leave this place tonight.

  He could forgive his usual unreasonable behavior, but today's actions, he couldn't forgive him anymore.

  Although things are very messy, his officer's certificate and ID card are usually kept in his wallet. How could they be gone?

  Go back to your own drawer and look for your household registration, passport and other documents.

  All gone.

  "Has it been hidden away clearly?!" A bad premonition flashed through his lucky heart.

  He turned his head to look at the bed, and Ming Lang was sitting there, staring at him with wide eyes, her dull expression like a wooden puppet, which startled Lucky.

  "What are you looking for in the middle of the night?" Luckily, before he could ask, Ming Lang spoke up first, his voice as cold as ice, spitting out each word one by one.

  Good fortune did not want to stimulate him and did not directly say that he wanted to leave. Instead, he walked to the bedside and softly asked: "What's wrong with you?"

  Ming Lang seemed to have not expected that Yong Yun would still care about him at this time, and he stared blankly at Yong Yun for two seconds before suddenly pouncing forward, as if he had suddenly come back to life.

  "Lucky, do you still care? Do you still care about me?"

  Then he quickly crawled to the bedside, hugged Lucky's waist, "Lucky, Lucky, I'm a bastard, hit me, scold me, do whatever you want to me. Please, please, don't go, okay?"

  It has come to this, fortunately Minglang understood that his behavior had touched his own bottom line and knew that he would not easily forgive him this time. So, he must have hidden his ID, wanting to use this method to keep himself.

  Lucky took a small step back, but his bright body followed him and pounced forward again, with half of his body hanging on his.

  "Lucky, lucky, forgive me once, last forgive me this time."

  "Clearly, let's not do this, we two are not suitable for each other, so, let's break up, breaking up will be better for both of us." Lucky said calmly.

  "No, no, I really can't leave you. We were so happy together before, weren't we? You said it yourself, didn't you? We had such a great time when we were together, that's why we're suitable for each other, really, we are. Today's incident was all my fault, from now on I won't be reckless or unreasonable again, I won't get angry, I won't be jealous, and I'll listen to everything you say."

  "Please, as long as you're with me, I can change anything."

  Bright tears streamed down her face, wetting the lucky clothes, and Lucky felt a cold patch on his chest, his heart softened.

  After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded reluctantly, "Let go."

  He was originally saying let it go, this matter is over, don't hold a grudge.

  Bright but understood that he had let go of his feelings for the two of them, and suddenly became more flustered: "No, no, no, don't, lucky, I won't let go. Whatever I say, I won't let go."

  Tightly embracing good fortune, looking down at good fortune, those tears flowed out of the eye sockets like running water.

  Good fortune looked at him and thought of the two people's usual kindness, and he couldn't help but feel a sour nose, his eyes turned red, and he could only hold back his tears by tilting his head.

  "Alright, I mean let go of my hand and get ready for bed."

  Ming Lang let out a sigh of relief, but still didn't let go, muttering to himself: "Luckily, from now on I really, really won't make the same mistake again, I guarantee it, if I ever lose my temper again, I'll cut off my own hand."

  "These words are as sharp as a knife, and listening to them makes one's heart tremble: 'Alright, alright, stop making blind vows.'"

  Lucky turned his back and didn't look at him anymore, quickly took off his outerwear and lay down again.