Salted Fish and the Spotted Dog

Desire was like fire, while Yang Luo'er was a raging flood and savage beast. He charged in like a stampeding wolf and boar, turning even the Flaming Mountains into snowy peaks.

Even the slightest spark was completely snuffed out in the cradle, with no possibility of reigniting.

Meng Yihan suddenly felt tired. How had he mistaken that foolish roe deer whose butt would bloom with flowers for a pure and innocent little deer? Was Yang Luo'er too deceptive? No, he was blind. He had been wrong.

Wearily, he waved a hand. "Go out first. I want some peace and quiet."

"So you mean you're not eating lunch either? Then I'll give yours to that dog across the street. I'll thank you on its behalf." Yang Luo'er gave Meng Yihan a thumbs-up. "You're so kind. You're a good person."

Meng Yihan: "..."

Meng Yihan: "Yes, I'm not eating."

Before he had even said anything, Yang Luo'er had already arranged it for him. If he said no now, wouldn't that mean he was competing with a dog for food? If Yang Luo'er's expression had contained even a hint of mockery, Meng Yihan might have suspected that both the remark and the accompanying good-person card were sarcasm.

He wanted to say something else, but then what had happened some time ago suddenly came to mind. His temper immediately fizzled out, and his expression returned to calm. "Go out first."

Watching Yang Luo'er leave with a smile, the man sitting in the chair revealed a ruthless edge he usually lacked. Biting his lower lip, he snapped an apple on the table in half with his bare hands, using food to restrain certain impulses.

In the past, he might have smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, but he had been ordered to quit that habit.