Chapter 1848

The more Zhao Desan thought about it, the angrier he became. Now he wasn't just angry at Lan Mei; the matter of Zheng Jie had added to his heart. I don't know why, but whenever he thought of Zheng Jie, Zhao Desan's heart felt as painful as if it were being cut by a knife. Hearing Lan Mei say things like "Do you think I'm a fool," he couldn't bear it anymore. So, he suddenly roared in a rage, "Yes, you are definitely not a fool, I am the fool... let's just say I'm the idiot!" He originally wanted to use the habitual slang "idiot," but for some reason, in front of Lan Mei, he forcibly replaced the last two words.

Seeing that Zhao Desan was really about to lose his temper, Lan Mei explained with some fear, "Xiao Zhao, listen to me. Actually, I also wanted to play a little joke on you. A woman's heart is like this, always wanting to test whether the man she likes treats her the best. Maybe my method was a bit extreme, but I thought about it for a long time and could only use this method to express my feelings to you. I... I couldn't bring myself to say it any other way."

"Cut it out!" Zhao Desan waved his hand and glared at Lan Mei, saying, "What you say doesn't matter. It's because I have you in my heart that I care..." As he spoke, he took a step forward and pulled hard on the clothes on Lan Mei's body. Lan Mei's snow-white flesh was fully exposed before his eyes. He pointed at one of them and asked with burning anger, "Then explain this, what... what is going on? Don't tell me you bit this yourself!"

"Why couldn't I have bitten it myself?" Lan Mei seemed very dissatisfied with Zhao Desan's attitude, so he deliberately didn't explain it directly.

Hearing Lan Mei still quibbling, Zhao Desan laughed "haha" with a dark face. His laughter was the kind of laughter that was both helpless and angry. After laughing, he turned around, back to him, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you bit it yourself." After saying this, he suddenly turned around and asked sharply, "Then bite another one for me to see now?"

According to common sense, Zhao Desan wouldn't dare to strike such an attitude in front of the cold Lan Mei. Lan Mei would have been moved to tears by him long ago. But today, not only did he not shed tears, but he looked at Zhao Desan with a smile and said, "This is my unique skill, usually I can't show it to others casually."

Zhao Desan had been completely angered. He paced back and forth in the narrow space of the living room, white sweat beads appearing on his forehead. Seeing Lan Mei stubbornly denying it, he forced a smile and said, "Of course, this must be a unique skill, a shameful unique skill!"

"What? Do you insist on seeing it?" Lan Mei asked with a calm attitude.

"It's not that I insist on seeing it, it's that you can't do it at all!" Zhao Desan said decisively. Looking at Lan Mei's unpanicked appearance, Zhao Desan continued, "That's as ridiculous as the ancients standing on the rafters and biting off their own noses!"

"You think it's impossible, right?" Lan Mei's face became serious.

"It's not that I think it's impossible, it's that it's fundamentally impossible. To put it bluntly, it was Zheng Tulu... oh, no, no, maybe it was bitten by another man, wasn't it?" Zhao Desan finally felt he had said what he wanted to say.

"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Alright, what if I really did it?" Lan Mei said word by word.

Zhao Desan didn't even think and replied casually, "As long as you really did it, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"Good, you said that yourself." Lan Mei emphasized with a heavier tone.

"Yes, I said it myself, so what? And, and I can even swear to heaven." Zhao Desan was a bit excited and couldn't control his emotions.

Lan Mei stood up abruptly and dived into his bedroom without looking back. Zhao Desan was confused by his sudden action, thinking: What's going on? Did I speak too harshly, and he couldn't accept it? Thinking of this, Zhao Desan felt some regret and worry, so he quickly followed Lan Mei's shadow and rushed toward his bedroom...

With a "bang," Zhao Desan's head hit the bedroom door hard. "Ouch... hey..." Zhao Desan's howling followed. It turned out that just as he rushed to the door of Lan Mei's bedroom, he happened to catch Lan Mei coming out with something from the bedroom. It was truly a coincidence; Zhao Desan was hit solidly by the door of Lan Mei's bedroom. How could it not hurt!

From Zhao Desan's primitive howling, it could be heard that he had been hit hard. Lan Mei didn't understand the situation and didn't know why Zhao Desan suddenly started howling, so he quickly leaned forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ouch... nothing, nothing..." Zhao Desan said while rubbing the hit area, enduring the pain.

Lan Mei put down a small box he was holding and quickly pried open Zhao Desan's hand to look. Oh my, it was bleeding from the impact...

"How did you do this?" Lan Mei quickly helped Zhao Desan sit back on the sofa, turned around to get the small box, took out alcohol and cotton gauze, and immediately treated Zhao Desan's wound. At this time, the piercing pain seemed to have passed, so he pushed Lan Mei's hand away nonchalantly and said, "It's nothing, it's not urgent. Let's see your special ability first!" Even though he had been hit like this, Zhao Desan still couldn't forget the row of tooth marks on Lan Mei's chest.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It won't be too late to look later. Let me treat your wound first, otherwise, it won't be good if it gets infected." Lan Mei turned around and slapped Zhao Desan's hand hard, signaling him to take it away. Under Lan Mei's gaze, Zhao Desan had to yield and take his hand away.

Soon, Lan Mei treated Zhao Desan's wound. Letting out a sigh of relief, Lan Mei asked suspiciously, "Why did you run to the door of my bedroom and stand there?"

Zhao Desan glanced at Lan Mei and thought to himself: "Yes, why did I run to the door of your bedroom? Am I sick? Isn't it just because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to think straight? But these are things a man thinks about in his heart, and generally, he doesn't want to make them clear. So, Zhao Desan frowned and said with a dry smile: "I just wanted to move around, I didn't expect... didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that you were coming out."

Lan Mei laughed "giggle" and pointed at Zhao Desan, saying, "Now you know, a man who dares to be fierce to me will be punished sooner or later." After saying this, there was another burst of laughter.

Seeing that Lan Mei seemed to sincerely want to drag that matter out, Zhao Desan laughed along with him and said, "Alright, there's nothing wrong now, can you show your unique skill to your heart's content?"

Lan Mei glared at Zhao Desan gently, then took the small box from behind him to his front unhurriedly, and then said mysteriously, "You'd better watch carefully, so you don't act shamelessly later!"

Zhao Desan was very obedient. His two eyes, widened to the size of camel bells, stared hard at the small box in Lan Mei's hand, muttering in his heart: Could there be some mystery in this small box?

Before Zhao Desan could think carefully, Lan Mei nimbly opened the small box lid and quickly took out a small plastic bag, which contained red and white things. Before Zhao Desan could see clearly, he heard Lan Mei say, "Does what you said just now still count?"

"What words?" Zhao Desan, whose attention was entirely focused on the plastic bag in Lan Mei's hand, replied without thinking.

"I know you men never keep your word." Lan Mei hid the plastic bag in his hand behind his back and said with warm anger.

"Oh, it counts, it counts, of course it counts. A real man's word is worth nine tripods, how could there be a time when it doesn't count!" Zhao Desan still hadn't figured out what method Lan Mei could have to give him an account. In his view, these questions from Lan Mei were all trying to find ways to make him give up pursuing this matter so that he could achieve his goal. Zhao Desan thought this, and couldn't help but say inwardly: Hehe, cut it out, I will absolutely not be fooled!

Zhao Desan stared fixedly at every move Lan Mei made. Lan Mei said with a smile, "Alright, I'll reveal the answer to the mystery now, but there's one more condition." After saying this, he looked at Zhao Desan.

"There's another condition?" Zhao Desan seemed very anxious and followed up, "What condition? Tell me quickly."

"Please use your hand to cover your eyes first." Lan Mei said solemnly.

"What for?" Zhao Desan said, bewildered.

"Just in case!" Lan Mei couldn't hold it in anymore. The muscles at the corners of his mouth had already started to twitch, and he was about to laugh out loud.