"Ah-ha... mmm, mmm, urgh..."
Dawn had barely broken. The numbers on the alarm clock had just beeped over to 6:30 when Meng Lang yawned lazily, pushed open his bedroom door, and reached inside his shirt to scratch an itch.
Meng Lang rubbed his eyes and smacked his lips. Fang Ran's cry had startled him awake for a moment, and he looked over at him in complaint.
"Bro, what the hell were you doing so early in the morning?"
Then he saw Fang Ran trembling atop a bed scattered with feathers, plastering a huge poster of himself running wild in a dress onto the wall by his bed.
He was more fanatical than the most rabid fan, covering the whole wall with muscular thighs from every possible angle.
Damn it, seriously, what the fuck are you doing!?
Imagine this.
What if you woke up early in the morning and saw someone turning eye-searing photos of you into giant posters, then sticking them on the wall beside their bed?
What would you do?
There probably wasn't any choice other than stopping him immediately, right?
Thinking exactly that, Meng Lang had opened his eyes that morning only to see Fang Ran pulling another new stunt with him. He instantly sobered up, furious beyond measure, and charged over to seize both his hands!
"Fuck your dad! Bro, do you feel uncomfortable if you don't pull some bullshit every single day!? Do you!?"
Just moments ago, Meng Lang had been feeling relieved that he hadn't caught this guy sneaking into his room to steal his underwear, nor heard him messing around in the kitchen making clothes-bursting dishes.
But when he saw him doing something so absurdly fucked up that it defied comprehension, he nearly had a heart attack.
He snatched the poster from Fang Ran's