Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1682 - 1685: The Joyful Life of Being Pursued 9

"Not here? I just saw you stuff it into your pocket!"

Hua Hua snorted: "I really don’t have it, touch my pocket again and I’ll be rude to you!"

In there was his lucky flower, huh, no one can peek at it!

With an inquisitive look on his face, Ling Yin asked, "What are you hiding in your pocket that’s so secretive you won’t even let anyone touch it?"

Upon hearing Ling Yin’s words, Hua Hua’s face instantly flushed, even his ears turned red, and he suddenly flew into a rage out of embarrassment. Ignoring everything, he grabbed Ling Yin’s ear: "I told you not to touch my pocket, are you deaf?"

The next second, Ling Yin’s ears turned red too!

Two grown men with red ears, what a sight, people around were watching them, Hua Hua hurriedly let go, walked quickly a few steps, not daring to even glance at him.

"I don’t believe you, I want to see." Ling Yin grinned mischievously, grabbing his arm: "Really nothing? You must have something good hidden in there you’re not sharing with me."

He had clearly seen Hua Hua stuffing something into his pants pocket inside the car, and saying some inexplicable thing with a nervous air.

This is obviously a case of ’no silver here, so stop asking’!

Hua Hua wouldn’t give in, in his panic he pushed him hard, but unexpectedly his palm had already come over.

And then, the next second, Hua Hua was fully under his control, the two of them tugging at each other on the road.

Warmth from Ling Yin’s hand spread to Hua Hua’s body.

Hua Hua reached out to block him, not allowing Ling Yin to peek at his secret, but Ling Yin was too strong, and in the blink of an eye he had already reached into his pants pocket. Hua Hua was so anxious that he wished he could punch that bastard to death.

"Don’t move, let me see what little secret you have."

One hand holding his both hands, the other hand rifled through the pocket for quite a while, finally pulling out a thin thing.

Upon inspection, it turned out to be just a small purple flower.

A flower, and he’s guarding it like treasure?

Not really treasure, though, Hua Hua snatched back his cornflower, but in the struggle, the delicate cornflower instantly shattered, and Hua Hua’s expression looked like he could kill Ling Yin, Ling Yin innocently let go, leaving a petal’s remnant on his fingertip.

Hua Hua’s head suddenly felt big, looked to the sky and roared like a lion: "Ling Yin, I’m going to kill you!"

Knowing he was in trouble, Ling Yin quickly ran away, Hua Hua hot on his heels: "You bastard, stop right there, stop!"

"It’s just a flower, Hua Hua, don’t be so stingy."

"I’m famously stingy, you ruined my lucky flower, I’m taking you to the grave with it!" It’s simply too much, absolutely unforgivable.

In a foreign land, on a strange street, surrounded by souvenir peddlers and bustling tourists, the camera pans out, showing the two men chasing each other, their conversation echoing constantly.

"Don’t run, stop right there! If you don’t stop, we’re done as friends!"

"I’ll replace it, a hundred flowers, a thousand flowers, is that okay?"

"No way, today you must be buried for my lucky flower!"

"Can you really bear to? Truly bear to?"

"Eighteen years later you’ll be a fine man again, I’ll light a stick of incense for you every year, don’t worry, I’ll even throw in a bouquet of chrysanthemums!"

"Without me, it’ll be lonely for you at night." In a foreign land, Ling Yin played just like a big kid, the two men being equally immature, only three-year-olds!

"If I sleep with all the men pursuing me in turns, I won’t run out of company, how can I be lonely at night? Are you going to stop or not?" Hua Hua ran until he was out of breath, with sweat trickling down!