NovelEnglish"Con, let's bet together, on the red one or the blue one? I'll count, three, two, one, and we'll say it together." His voice was
soft and gentle.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Blue!"
"Blue!"
Luther and Joyce chose the blue line in unison.
Luther smiled wickedly and pursed his thin lips, "Look, we must be able to feel each other. Then I'll cut it now."
He held the scissors out to the blue line.
Strange enough, when they were really facing a life and death moment, they were more calm than before.
At this moment, their hands had clasped firmly together.
They exchanged the most beautiful smiles with each other.
Live together, or die together.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTheir fates were just connected together.
With a "click".
Luther cut the blue line with force, then they embraced tightly, their hands still clasped together, but both closed their eyes, held
their breath and waited for their fate.
Live, or die.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, ten seconds.
Nothing really happened.
Joyce and Luther opened their eyes at the stand bent their heads to look at the LCD display at her waist.
On the display, the original beating red numbers were now fixed at the number 7, and not moving.
"Seems like ... we win."
Joyce said cautiously, as if in disbelief, she repeatedly looked again to confirm that, and indeed, the tbomb had stopped.
"We're safe!" Her voice was full of excitement and exhilaration, "We ..."
Before he finished the words, suddenly, his lips feverishly pressed down.
Excitement, gratitude, happiness... There was just no one single word that could describe his mood at the moment.
He could only turn these countless complex emotions into a wild kiss, into a tight embrace, and he had held her so tight as if he
wanted to pull her into his own bones and blood. Her lips exuded a mesmerizing scent that made him kiss deeper and deeper,
unable to stop himself.
Joyce's mind was in turmoil, and her first mixed emotions were eventually drowned in his frantic kiss.
She offered to kiss him back.
Eager, excited, uncontrollable.
It was as if this was the only way for them to find out whether they were actually still alive.
They kissed, and in between he stopped and gasped sharply, and she lowered her head and drew in a big breath.
The flashlight was tossed aside in the grass, and the afterglow shone on their harmonious side faces. He tenderly lifted her face,
her lips were red and swollen and slightly puckered, causing his heart to flutter.
He adjusted his breath and then kissed her again.
And they had no idea how long it took until Joyce felt a little uncomfortable and she pushed him hard.
He paused, gasped, and said with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Wait, let's cut the bomb from my waist first. It's already okay, and you can take it off." Joyce reminded, she had also lost control
just now, and she was using this reason now to find ssanity back.
"Good." Luther hurriedly grabbed the scissors and cut the bandages tied around her waist, discarding the tbomb on the
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Joyce was actually really uncomfortable. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter, and she had no idea if it's because of the kiss
just now, her heartbeat was almost out of control, and it just kept "thumping" violently.
How could a kiss make her feel so uncomfortable?
Moreover, the feeling grew almost exponentially, and she could not help but moan out.
"What's wrong, are you uncomfortable? You look so terrible." Luther noticed the changes and hurriedly took her into his arms, and
he felt her forehead, her cheek, "Oh my God, you're so hot."
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