bunny in another soap bubble

For the first time, after waking Tu Zi up, Lang Ya couldn't say a word.

He didn't try to refute Tu Zi's words anymore, he just panted and looked at the guide in front of him with red eyes.

Painful silence clung to the air in the VIP room, locking tighter with each breath.

After countless heartbeats, Lang Ya lowered his eyes, turned and left the box without saying a word.

Tu Zi lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, grabbed the glutinous rice balls that were dancing with short legs and wanted to follow, staggered to go to the wine cabinet beside him to get wine, "Why are you following... your stuffed glutinous rice balls are quite thick ...!"

When he was suddenly hugged from behind, Tu Zi realized that Lang Ya had gone and returned.

"Langya!" Too suddenly, Tu Zi couldn't help exclaiming, "What are you doing! Let me go!"

But Lang Ya completely ignored his resistance, and Tu Zi couldn't remember struggling, so he was thrown onto the sofa bed.

After being thrown so hard, it's time to wake up from any alcohol.But when Tu Zi pressed his aching head and opened his eyes, he suspected that he was still hallucinating because of drunkenness—he had never seen Lang Ya like this, so angry, so rough, so... fierce.

Just now, it was just that the red eye sockets were covered with red threads, and the tense shoulders and neck were exposed with blue veins, which drew terrifying lines on the muscles, extending all the way to the fist grasping Tu Zi's lapel.

"Lang Ya, what are you doing..." Tu Zi couldn't help asking in a soft voice, but the next second he yelled again, "What are you doing? Let me go... let me go!"

Lang Ya grabbed the skirt of Tu Zi's shirt and pulled it out forcefully, jumped off a few buttons and tore open the sleeves on both sides from the middle, twisted Tu Zi's arm and tied his hands above his head.

Tu Zi came back to his senses and wanted to break free, but was held down by Lang Ya with one hand, and the other hand was still pulling the rest of the fabric.

"Stop...let me go! Langya, what the hell are you doing..." Tu Zi twisted and struggled in vain, and the panic in his heart multiplied, "Langya, don't be like this, what the hell are you trying to do..."

"Me?" Panting heavily, Lang Ya stepped onto Tu Zi's body and suppressed his remaining legs, "Don't move... I want to go back to my guide, what do you think I can do?"

In fact, this scene and this posture can do only one thing, but Tu Zi really can't believe that Lang Ya is going to treat him like this.

"No, what's the point of you doing this," Tu Zi tried with all his strength to get rid of Lang Ya's oppression, but the alcohol accumulated in the past few days made him weak in both hands and feet, not to mention that the physical fitness of the guide was never as good as that of the sentinel. Resisting to Langya is no different from Tangyuan kicking his legs in his hand, "I don't want to do this—"

"You, don't, move!" Lang Ya roared, and the burst of sentry force field shocked Tu Zi for a moment, and he looked at him blankly.He pressed Tu Zi's chest and firmly suppressed his limbs, "Since you can't resist, don't struggle anymore, didn't you say so? Huh? So now, don't move," Lang Ya lowered his head, biting Stuck on Tu Zi's Adam's apple, "I want my guide back."

Tu Zi trembled all over, he could feel Lang Ya's bite on his neck, his five fingers pinching his waist and abdomen, and his knees pressed between his legs. His body was completely under the control of the other party, but his spirit remained still. Chaos, he's in a mess, but he, he doesn't want it.

Enduring the headache and dizziness, Tu Zi barely condensed a spiritual thread, and pierced Lang Ya's consciousness from the side.

This blow made Lang Ya mumble, but the two were sentinel guides bound for life, and Tu Zi's mental power was already integrated in Lang Ya's consciousness, so this attack had no effect on him at all.

Tu Zi obviously remembered this too, so he finally panicked completely.

"Don't, don't do this, Lang Ya, I don't want to..." He writhed his hands and feet aimlessly, screaming like a child, "Let go of me, I don't want to, let go...!" Brainly resisting and shouting desperately, until there is a sweet smell in the throat, because the voice of the alcohol-deaf voice is broken.

"Let go of me, cough, let go—cough, cough..." The continuous shouting made him cough, and when he covered his mouth reflexively, Tu Zi realized that his hand had been let go.

"Cough, Lang Ya...?" The excitement couldn't be calmed down for a while, Tu Zi looked blankly at Lang Ya who was still straddling him, his mind was like a mess.

Lang Ya's eyes were also like a pool of stagnant water. He lowered his head and looked at Tu Zi who was still under him, "...Aren't you still resisting?"

Tu Zi opened his mouth halfway, watching helplessly as a tear slipped from Lang Ya's eyes and dripped onto his chest.

"Lang Ya..." Tu Zi felt as if his heart was scalded by that cold tear, and he wanted to brush it with his hand, but Lang Ya dodged it.

"Tu Zi," Lang Ya looked at the dripping water on Tu Zi's chest, "I've never encountered such a good thing since I was a child."

"I lost my parents because of being 'infected' when I was very young. Except for the time I was rescued by A Wan and the others, I was unlucky in almost every possible unlucky opportunity. People I know have reported I, the people I saved betrayed me...but I didn't give up, as long as I thought that someone saved me when I was most desperate, I didn't want to give up. In the end, everyone called me the Holy Mother and called me Maria , I know, they think I'm stupid/crazy."

"Sometimes I am also very tired, I am very lonely, I come like this year after month, some nights I wake up, the experience of being saved that year is like a hallucination, and the memory of my childhood is blurred like a fiction in a dream. I do I don’t know if everything has any meaning, I don’t know. People may not be able to be saved, they will suffer a lot, and if they keep repeating the same process, they are no different from machines...but.”

"Just when I started to feel numb, I met you."

"You said thank you to me, but there is no other purpose; you are willing to help me, and you are willing to help others; when everyone thinks that I am going to do something stupid again, you and I are looking in the same direction ...Do you know? When I saw you under the skylight in the bunker in Beizhen, on the western outskirts, I felt how lucky I was."

——How lucky is it to meet such a person, a person who wants to go to the same place as me.

"Langya..."

"The result?" Lang Ya avoided Tu Zi's touch again, "Even the greatest luck in my life is that I have to give up. But I don't want to give up, Tu Zi, I don't want to give up! When you are oppressed, you have to resist. To go to a dead end and ask to survive, and to save others after being rescued, I think it's instinct, it's just and fair."

"Am I stupid if I'm like this?" Lang Ya said this very lightly, "Tu Zi, tell me, am I stupid?"