Chapter 47 Externally Depleting Personality
The second floor of the coffee shop was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Outside the window, the trees are lush and green, and the summer sun shines brightly, but the atmosphere inside is freezing cold.
Despite the slight pain in his left leg, Duan Mingxiao stepped forward, and the boy ruthlessly pushed Lu Tinglan aside.
The next second, the young master wrapped his arms around Cong Chun's waist and held him tightly in his embrace.
Only when I hugged him tightly did I feel a sense of reality.
Cong Chun had a severe caffeine allergy; after drinking some caffeine, he fell into a deep sleep.
No matter how you handle it, it doesn't react.
"My people are not for anyone else to protect."
Duan Mingxiao's face grew increasingly gloomy, and his deep voice revealed obvious displeasure.
Lu Tinglan waved his hand magnanimously, then sighed helplessly after a moment.
"Ah Chan, you're still the same as when you were a kid."
"You have to fight for what you want."
The man then abruptly changed his tone, his voice turning cold, and his gaze fell on Duan Mingxiao with a dark look.
Unfortunately, not everyone will accommodate you.
Duan Mingxiao scoffed, his tone icy, like the coldest days of winter.
He didn't spare a single glance for Lu Tinglan in front of him.
The young master simply raised his hand and gently patted Cong Chun's cheek in his arms, feeling the slight heat of the boy's cheek against his palm.
Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyes and called his name softly. When Cong Chun did not respond, a hint of irritation flashed in his eyes.
The young master had nowhere to vent his anger, and the annoying voices of people chattering in his ears were like those of cicadas that didn't know their place.
"Either shut up or get out of here."
"I think you haven't learned your lesson from the last time I beat you."
"You only feel pleasure when you can't have sex? You pervert."
Lu Tinglan stood up. He was tall and upright. The man frowned, as if he had thought of something, and his expression became somewhat strange.
“Young Master Duan, I think you’ve misunderstood. I don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.”
"But it's hard to say about the person in your arms."
Lu Tinglan's tone was gentle, but upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of provocation.
Duan Mingxiao became unusually quiet, his dark eyes fixed intently on him.
The next second, the young master raised his lips and revealed a chilling smile.
Lu Tinglan shook her head. The man looked calm and composed, unhurried.
Ever since a few years ago, when she secretly hired two boys to play together and Duan Mingxiao accidentally caught them, this young master has been looking down on her.
However, Lu Tinglan felt that Duan Mingxiao might have misunderstood something.
At that time, a boy showed Duan Mingxiao a picture and said he wanted to introduce him to someone. Lu Tinglan had also enjoyed the performance and was in a good mood.
He patiently and kindly offered a reminder.
"Don't even think about it, he's not someone you can reach."
"There are quite a few people in the circle who are eyeing this young master covetously."
Lu Tinglan didn't know how much Duan Mingxiao had heard, but she could tell from his subsequent reaction.
He then guessed that the other party might have misunderstood.
Unfortunately, the young master punched Lu Tinglan in the face on the spot.
Lu Tinglan didn't like cheetahs with sharp claws; he preferred the gentle, docile dog he had just been holding, one that would only be loyal to its master.
Lu Tinglan just watched quietly as the young master in front of her went crazy.
He subtly forced Duan Mingxiao to make a complete fool of himself in front of him.
Unfortunately, Duan Mingxiao was destined to disappoint him.
The young master never reflects on why his emotions are unstable; Duan Mingxiao always actively blames others when something happens.
Duan Mingxiao spoke without any politeness. Since breaking his bone, the young master felt that his temper had improved a lot.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be this situation, with so many clueless people coming along.
My base was raided just because I was gone for a short while. Who can tolerate that?
"Hehe, it's only natural for people to like me, you don't need to feel inferior."
"However, I am destined not to like your pretentious ways. What are you pretending to be, being approachable and understanding?"
"I know you admire these qualities in me."
"I have always been friendly to people."
"You'd better look at your own problems and think about why I beat you up."
Lu Tinglan: ...
I'm out of ideas, speechless.
Young Master, you are far too narcissistic. I really have no feelings for you.
A gentle breeze blew outside the window, and the boy lying on the bed groaned a few times, his slender fingers unconsciously scratching his neck.
The next second, she turned over and went back to sleep.
Cong Chun slept in a daze until he felt the sunlight was a bit too bright, and then slowly opened his eyes.
When Cong Chun woke up, he was a little dazed.
What's wrong with him?
He remembered that after drinking a cup of coffee, he drifted off to sleep.
Then I woke up and was lying in my own room.
The next second, Cong Chun was startled and instantly sobered up.
A man and a dog were sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, staring at him.
Cong Chun thought he was dreaming.
He just had a dream.
In the dream, Cong Chun was working in the field, swinging his hoe as he dug holes to plant seedlings.
Suddenly, a clucking bird flew onto Cong Chun's hoe, forcing him to stop what he was doing.
Cluck-cluck's tail feathers are very beautiful, and they are especially dazzling in the sunlight.
The next second, Gegeda actually uttered human words, which startled Cong Chun so much that he fell on his butt in the field.
"Stupid Chun, who do you choose, me or Lu Tinglan?"
"Dare to choose Lu the Pervert, and I'll peck your ass."
Cong Chun was so frightened that he burst into tears. He wanted to tell his grandmother that he had really seen a ghost in broad daylight.
So Cong Chun dropped his hoe and ran home, with Gegeda chasing after him – it was a nightmare.
Inside, Duan Mingxiao had a recliner brought in.
The young master leaned back leisurely in the recliner, while a giant dog obediently lay down at his feet and dozed off.
Duan Mingxiao silently observed Cong Chun's expression, then his gaze fell on Cong Chun's upturned hair.
Why do I feel like I'm even more dull now?
[Could Chun have been poisoned by coffee and gone mad?]
Yesterday, Duan Mingxiao hired a private doctor to treat Cong Chun.
After a thorough examination, it was confirmed that Cong Chun was indeed allergic to caffeine.
The young master spoke up and gave a brief explanation of the matter.
Cong Chun sat on the bed and couldn't help but murmur to himself.
"But I've drunk coffee that I made myself before, and I didn't have any reaction."
Cong Chun drank the instant coffee he had brewed earlier, but he didn't experience any adverse reactions.
Duan Mingxiao was furious when he heard this.
"Didn't I tell you to throw it away?"
"You've been stealing drinks for me again."
Cong Chun was about to yawn when a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.
He did drink it secretly.
Seeing his expression, Duan Mingxiao was so angry that his temples throbbed.
"You come here right now."
And then I saw Cong Chun's neck, which was still flushed.
The shameless young master climbed onto the bed and bit Cong Chun's lower lip hard and fast.
The cicadas chirped noisily outside the window, and the sunlight filled the air with the fresh scent of grass and trees.
The figures inside overlapped, and the young master tentatively probed in a daze. In fact, Duan Mingxiao's kissing skills were terrible, even clumsy, but they still made people's hearts flutter uncontrollably.
A hint of arrogance flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes as he slowly emphasized.
"I've remembered it clearly."
"This kind of thing can only be done with me."
Cong Chun felt a slight pain in his lower lip, as if he had been pecked, and nodded.
He felt he wasn't at a disadvantage at all. He was relatively poor, and nowadays, it's best for the man to own a house before getting married, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find a wife.
Cong Chun doesn't own a house, but there are still people willing to kiss him.
Moreover, Cong Chun didn't dislike Duan Mingxiao, after all, the young master was really good-looking, better-looking than anyone else he had ever seen.
Duan Mingxiao's deep eyes fell on Cong Chun's slightly red lips.
If you disobey me once, I'll kiss you once.
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