Chapter 296


    "Come on, 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 sped firmly together.


    They exchanged the most beautiful smiles with each other.


    Live together, or die together.


    Their fates were just connected together.


    With a "click".


    Luther cut the blue line with force, then they embraced tightly, their hands still sped 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.


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    Joyce and Luther opened their eyes at the same time and bent their heads to look at the LCD disy


    at her waist.


    On the disy, 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


    time bomb had stopped.


    "We''re safe!" Her voice was full of excitement and exhration, "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 countlessplex 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, uncontroble.


    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 shlight 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 ufortable 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 some sanity back.


    "Good." Luther hurriedly grabbed the scissors and cut the bandages tied around her waist, discarding


    the time bomb on the ground.


    Joyce was actually really ufortable. 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 ufortable?


    Moreover, the feeling grew almost exponentially, and she could not help but moan out.


    "What''s wrong, are you ufortable? 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."