Since everyone mercilessly rejected his proposal to get a personal ride,
his cool dream of riding a futuristic motorcycle that could transform, accelerate, and was packed with all sorts of amazing high-tech features while chasing down bad guys on nighttime highways was completely shattered.
Fang Ran lay sprawled on the floor and cried for quite a while before Xia Yao consoled him into getting up. But the damage he had suffered was simply too great,
so he reverted to his slime state, curled up inside his blanket.
"Um... I say, bro, how much longer are you planning to stay like that?"
Looking at the 'Blanket Monster' with only his face exposed, Meng Lang silently stared at him before scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and awkwardly reminding him,
"It's already morning. Xia Yao has gone home, you know."
"Bro, you're awful. I hate you the most."
What was with that utterly flat, textbook tsundere line?
Hearing that completely lifeless reply, Meng Lang's eyebrow twitched in speechless exasperation. Looking at Fang Ran, who had been wrapped in a blanket with a dejected face and a gray, defeated aura for over an hour,
Gou Yu could only helplessly rub his forehead and sigh before trying to comfort him.
"Um... Captain, I know you really wanted one—"
"Xiao Huo, you don't love me anymore. We're through."
Why was this the style of a soap opera heroine again?
The two of them watched Fang Ran sit wrapped in his blanket, facing the corner between the bedside table and the bed. On such a lovely, sunny day off, his eyes had lost their light against the pale background he seemed to carry with him.
Every so often, he would pull a motorcycle model out from under the blanket and listlessly poke it with one