When he said this, it happened to be the connection between two songs. The room was exceptionally quiet. His voice was so cold and hard that it sounded as hard as steel. The other party was stunned and said, "I'm just joking, how can you be so tactless …"
Before he could finish his sentence, Fleeting Time had already stood up and walked up to him with a smile, "I'm serious …"
"But …" the man was puzzled. He looked at Fleeting Time, and then at Mo Leng with a confused expression.
Mo Leng's complexion was very pale. Even in the dim light of the private room, one could still see that her face had turned from pale to red, and then to gray. It was a miserable defeat. She sat there, staring straight ahead. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she could not see anything. After a long while, she finally raised her head and stared straight at Fleeting Time. For a moment, the entire room was silent. Everyone stared fixedly at the scene before them. Only the background music of the song was echoing in the room, as if crying and complaining.
Fleeting Time did not avoid Mo Leng's gaze. He stared coldly at her before moving away and sitting down again. It was a very clever position. It was not too crowded, but it was not too loose either. It was impossible for anyone else to get in. Of course, it would be a different story if someone were to make way for him.
Mo Leng's face turned pale when she saw how Fleeting Time ignored her feelings and sat at a distance away from her. She stood up abruptly and walked up to Fleeting Time without hesitation. She stared at him intently, but he was not affected at all. He continued playing his game on his phone. "Yi Qingchen, what's the point of doing this?" She could no longer hold it in.
Fleeting Time did not even lift his head, "You should ask yourself that question, Mo Leng."
"Are you a man or not? Yi Qingchen, how could you do this to me! "Mo Leng suddenly yelled. Her voice was filled with grief. It was heart-wrenching.
Fleeting Time was finally annoyed. He put down his phone and glared at Mo Leng, "What have I done to you? What am I supposed to do to you? "
"Alright, alright. You two can talk outside. Don't just stand here." Absalom immediately stepped in to mediate the situation under the watchful eyes of his guild members. He pulled Fleeting Time away from Mo Leng with a smile on his face.
Fleeting Time pushed Absalom's arm away, "Don't pull me away. I have nothing to say to her."
Absalom had a bad feeling when he saw Mo Leng's face turn even paler. He quickly pulled Fleeting Time away, "Don't do that. You're acting like a child. Go talk to her." Fleeting Time gave Silent Hymn a signal to get Mo Leng out of the room as soon as possible. Silent Hymn quickly stood up and pulled Mo Leng away from the room.
"I've already said what I wanted to say. Why do I have to repeat myself? Do you think I'm a repeater? " He was already pissed off by Mo Leng's appearance, and her persistence in pestering him further infuriated him. He raised his voice when Absalom reached out to pull him away, and his voice was filled with anger.
Absalom did not know how to react. He had known Fleeting Time for many years, and he was well aware of Fleeting Time's temper. He knew that Fleeting Time was already at the edge of his patience, and he did not know what would happen if he continued to press the matter. A slender figure grabbed something from the table and pushed Absalom away. "What's the matter?" Absalom's voice was heard by everyone in the room. Absalom felt someone bumping into him, and he instinctively took a step back. A yellow figure flashed in front of him, and he could only stare at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open.
Mo Leng could feel her blood boiling. How can he do this to me? How can he do this to me? Her breathing grew heavier, and the only thing that was left in her mind was Fleeting Time's disgusted face. She could no longer see or hear anything else. She suddenly felt very sad and angry. It had been seventeen years. From the time when she was the most beautiful girl until now, her eyes were on him just like that. Her heart was all on him just like that. But how could he be so careless?
Even if he's made of stone, even if his heart is made of ice, it should have melted by now. But why is he still doing this? How can there be such a person in this world? How can he be so heartless? With a sudden burst of strength, Mo Leng pushed Absalom away and grabbed the ice bucket on the table. She then poured the contents of the bucket at Yi Qingchen.
Cries of surprise filled the room.
The people beside Yi Qingchen quickly retreated, but they were still hit by the bucket of ice. Yi Qingchen did not expect Mo Leng to do something like this. He was stunned when the bucket of ice water splashed all over him.
Time seemed to have frozen at that moment. Everyone stared at Mo Leng with their eyes wide open. Mo Leng's heavy breathing and the music from the speakers filled the room. One second, two seconds, three seconds passed …
Everyone seemed to have regained their vitality. Some of them searched for tissues, while others pulled Mo Leng to the side. They were a bunch of men, and it was rather comical for them to be doing something like this. Chuckle and Moan tried to pull Mo Leng away, but Mo Leng didn't move at all, as if her feet were rooted to the ground. Absalom had no choice but to drag Fleeting Time out of the room, "Hurry up! Hurry up and clean yourself up in the bathroom! Look at you!"
Fleeting Time did not stop Absalom from pushing him out of the room. He stared at Mo Leng as he backed away, and Mo Leng stared back at him with reddened eyes. She looked very pitiful. Fleeting Time raised a finger and pointed at Mo Leng. But he was pushed out of the room by Absalom before he could say a word.
"What the hell are you doing? You know what kind of person she is! Why are you provoking her?" Absalom sighed as he dragged Fleeting Time to the washroom.
"So I'm the one at fault here! Are you kidding me? It's not like you're the one who got splashed by the bucket of ice water! " Fleeting Time was already filled with anger, and he was now drenched from head to toe. He was like a firecracker that was about to explode.
"Are you going to bite back when a dog bites you?" Absalom raised his voice. He was having a headache. Oh God! Can someone please settle this mess? I can't take it anymore.
Fleeting Time glared at Absalom and spoke through gritted teeth, "I've never seen a couple as meddlesome as you two!" With that, he pushed Absalom aside and headed for the washroom. But no one was surprised by Fleeting Time's actions, as there were plenty of people who were in the same state as him. A waiter even approached Fleeting Time to ask if he needed a hot towel.
Fleeting Time's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with water. He then used a hot towel to dry his hair, and pursed his lips into a tight line.
Fruit Jelly walked out of the bathroom and washed her hands in the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror to check if her makeup was still there. She then saw Fleeting Time walking into the bathroom with a murderous look on his face, and stood in front of the counter. It was obvious that he did not see her. Jelly wanted to greet him, but decided against it when she saw the murderous look on his face. She washed her hands absent-mindedly as she looked at Fleeting Time in the mirror. Fleeting Time stared at his reflection in the mirror for a long while before he bent down to wash his face. There's a murderous look on his face …
Fruit Jelly rubbed her nose and immediately left the washroom. She then walked towards her private room. She was greeted by the sight of a beautiful lady walking toward her as soon as she exited the washroom. The lady's face was ashen, and her steps were unsteady. She seemed to be in a bad mood. Jelly sniffed and sighed. A beautiful lady is still a beautiful lady even when she's in a bad mood …
She hummed as she walked towards World Conqueror's private room, swinging her two wet paws. Thinking that her song was almost here, she felt even happier. She jogged all the way into the private room and shouted, "It's almost my song, don't cut it!"
Mo Leng stood in the washroom with her arms crossed, rubbing the skin on her arms as she approached Yi Qingchen. "I'm sorry," Mo Leng bit her lips as she stared at Yi Qingchen's chiseled face, "I'm sorry."
But she received no response. Fleeting Time continued washing his face, as if he did not hear her at all. She bit her lips as she stared at Fleeting Time. She was on the verge of tears. After a long while, she extended her hand and placed it on Fleeting Time's cheek, "I'm sorry."
"Get away from me!" Fleeting Time slapped her hand away as soon as it came into contact with his skin, and spoke in a voice as cold as ice, "Get away from me!" If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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