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 clasped 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 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 same time and 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 time bomb 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 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 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."