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Chapter 108 - 92: Resistance to Death

Chapter 108: Chapter 92: Resistance to Death

The faint scent lingering around his nose made Meng Lang’s heart feel somewhat restless...

"If you say to kiss, some are beasts, if you say not to kiss, the atmosphere is already heated up to this point."

Encountering such a scene straight out of a TV drama, meeting a woman like Lin Haitang.

How many men could be less than beasts?

Moreover, if my brother can kiss, why can’t I?

Following the normal progression of urban romance dramas, a hot-headed kiss might rapidly heat up the relationship, and having a sister-in-law could be just around the corner, right?

However... the brother who chose to be a beast had already used his personal experience to tell Meng Lang that fate, that old geezer, would never be kind enough to give you a freebie...

[Did everything seem to have the opposite effect?]

A light sentence in the book had already subtly indicated the consequences of being a beast.

It’s likely that the other person would think you’re frivolous and rash, getting on the bus without a ticket, and as a result, all the goodwill accumulated before would quickly reset to zero!

Gentleness isn’t necessarily a trap, but a trap is definitely gentle!

In the darkness, the two exchanged glances for a brief moment, and then Lin Haitang suddenly averted her gaze and turned her head slightly away.

"Can you... get up now?"

Lin Haitang, who was pinned down, spoke softly.

"Ah? Oh! Sorry!" Meng Lang quickly got up.

"Sis, what happened?"

At this moment, Xiao Yu, who heard some noise, walked in from another room in puzzlement.

"Oh! It’s nothing, I dropped my chopsticks and accidentally hit the chair when I was picking them up."

Lin Haitang pretended as if nothing happened and stood up, smoothing her somewhat disheveled hair.

Xiao Yu looked at the positions of the two and the chair lying on the ground and mentally reconstructed the accident scene.

"You dropped your chopsticks, and while picking them up, you knocked over Uncle’s chair across from you?"

"Pfft!" Meng Lang couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Lin Haitang, who was pretending to be composed, also cracked, her face stiffening.

"I’m going to do the dishes."

Watching the back that turned and quickly disappeared into the darkness, Meng Lang couldn’t help but chuckle.

You’re not feeling guilty, so why look for an excuse? Isn’t this like saying there’s ’no silver here’?

This guy... is actually quite cute when she’s nervous...

"Uncle, what’s with my sister?" Xiao Yu whispered, still puzzled.

Meng Lang thought for a moment and then said to her very seriously.

"Xiao Yu, do you want to know the difference between growing up and maturing?"

"What’s the difference?"

"Well, growing up means you know what happened, and maturing means you pretend you don’t know after you find out. Do you understand?"

"Uh..."

...

"Why aren’t you leaving?"

"I don’t have a candle in my room, and... I’m afraid of the dark!"

Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang, who was lingering on the sofa and refusing to leave, and rolled her eyes.

She moved further away on the sofa, glanced at the documents in her hands under the light of the candle, and pretended not to care about him. It seemed like she was using this way to make her stance clear.

Meng Lang watched her little actions and found it amusing, as he took out his phone and started browsing on his own.

Luckily, his Hua Wei phone still had forty percent battery left, which should last about three to four hours if he conserved it.

He opened the local Weibo app, and everyone was talking about the power outage.

"Power’s out, can’t do anything, the moonlight’s just right, the wind’s gentle too, time to sleep!"

"Mom, I saw the stars!"

"Been working overtime for 7 days straight... Just when I felt like I was about to collapse, suddenly there was a power cut! Ah~ that feeling is like the light piercing through the clouds in a cloudy sky, just like first love..."

"Explosion aaaah~ just as I was writing a novel at home, the computer suddenly blacked out without saving! Life is joyless, Virgo is in Mercury retrograde (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

"Where’s the power outage notice? Who ate it? Please spit it out!"

"No choice, gotta use my data to watch the news broadcast..."

"..."

After browsing for a while, Meng Lang frowned.

"Weird, this power outage seems to have a wide scope? And it’s been almost an hour without restoration."

For a big city like Su City, even if there were power cuts, they would typically be announced in advance, and the duration wouldn’t be too long.

"There seem to be many old neighborhood renovation projects lately, maybe a transformer station somewhere has an issue," Lin Haitang replied offhandedly.

Meng Lang’s attention immediately shifted.

"I thought you didn’t want to talk to me at all tonight?"

Lin Haitang gave him a look, "Immature."

Even though it wasn’t a compliment, Meng Lang nevertheless detected something different in her tone and demeanor than usual.

At least before, even though the two were acquainted, Lin Haitang would never use a word with a slightly higher intimacy level like "immature."

To Meng Lang’s ears, it was as if he had heard a system notification of increasing favorability.

The rehearsals of life certainly weren’t in vain!

"Hey! I have a question!" Meng Lang leaned towards Lin Haitang with excitement.

"You... what do you want!" Lin Haitang reflexively grabbed a cushion to shield herself.

Meng Lang chuckled, "Why so nervous? If I wanted to do something, why didn’t I do it just now?"

The triple use of "what" took Lin Haitang a while to understand exactly what he was asking.

"Cough! Go ahead, what do you want to ask?"

Lin Haitang saw that Meng Lang didn’t make any extreme moves and was slightly relieved, but she still held the pillow defensively.

Of course, she was aware of her own charm, and she had also seen the struggle in his eyes earlier. She feared that had she spoken a few seconds later, the situation that night might have spiraled out of control.

Lin Haitang tried hard not to think about that moment or to recall that brief impulse to stop resisting...