Mason Quinn rolled his eyes and protested, "Are single dogs not entitled to human rights?"

Who would have thought.

Julian Sia’s eyes carried a hint of amusement, his lips lightly teasing as he slowly uttered a few words.

"You’ve already become a dog, what do you need human rights for?"

Mason Quinn looked at him incredulously, as if to say how could you say something like that.

After a while.

He said listlessly, "Julian, is it okay for you to hurt me like this?"

George Xyler heard this, mocked casually, "Mason, just bear with it! Julian’s heart has long been biased."

Normally, Julian would never say such a joking remark.

Mason Quinn gave the two a mournful look, thinking to himself that they’re not even together yet, and they’re already like this. What will become of them once they are together?

"What do you want to say?" Claire Green raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Mason with great interest.

"Wishing you both a long-lasting union and many children," Mason said something nonsensical in a carefree manner.

As the words fell.

Claire Green looked up, just in time to catch Julian Sia’s gaze, their eyes meeting.

A few seconds later, they calmly looked away.

"I think you’re asking for it," George Xyler tugged on his sleeve, saying softly.

Is this something you can say right now?

Mason Quinn snapped back to reality and laughed, "Just a joke, don’t mind it."

Julian Sia glanced at him indifferently, his cool voice edged with sincerity.

"If you don’t want your mouth, sew it up."

Mason Quinn shivered instinctively, shifting aside.

Damn, Julian, do you have to be so ruthless?

I just said a blessing, and now you want to sew my mouth shut.

"That’s a good idea," Claire Green lazily curled her lips into a cool smile, "I’ll do it."

In an instant.

Mason Quinn directly pulled George Xyler in front of him, blocking the line of sight between them.

He thought to himself, one is more ruthless than the other, they’re simply ruthless to the core.

George Xyler, looking utterly helpless, acted as the human shield, speaking rather speechlessly, "Pulling me won’t help."

"At least I can share some of the hate with you," Mason’s shameless voice came from behind.

Sure enough.

The next second.

George Xyler felt two cold gazes land on him, he awkwardly smiled and secretly pinched Mason.

"Brother," Claire Green withdrew her gaze, looking at the man nonchalantly, "Do you have something to do at the bar?"

Upon hearing this.

Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, "Nothing, didn’t Claire come too?"

"I’m here for business," Claire Green wriggled her feet and lazily walked to the side to sit down.

"I’m here to catch someone," Julian Sia chuckled lightly, glancing meaningfully.

"Tsk." Claire Green chuckled lowly.

"You guys are almost there," Mason Quinn saw this and threw himself into the booth, speaking speechlessly.

...

Edward Monroe carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket, smiling at Ethan Song, "Let’s go home!"

Ethan Song was taken aback by his smile, since after Edward’s face was disfigured, no one had ever seen him smile sincerely.

Usually, when people tried to cheer him up, he’d force an insincere smile.

Agreeing to come to the bar to meet people this time was also to help him unwind, but he didn’t expect an additional gain.

"Ethan, what’s wrong?"

Edward Monroe saw him dazing, and waved his hand in front of his eyes with some concern, his voice as gentle as jade.

Ethan Song snapped back, staring at him seriously, "Suddenly, I feel that person is quite good, making you smile again."

Upon hearing this.

Edward Monroe reflexively touched his lips, surprised to find himself smiling again.

"Alright, let’s go," Edward Monroe lifted his smile again, pulling Ethan Song’s sleeve, wanting to leave.

Looking at the slender hand on his sleeve, Ethan Song’s lips curled up, leisurely lifting his foot to follow.

As they reached the door, Ethan Song glanced at something out of the corner of his eye, his body shook, and he stopped abruptly.

"What is it," Edward Monroe asked, looking back at him in confusion.

Ethan Song nodded his chin, his voice doubtful, gesturing for him to look over there.

"Do you think that person is K?"

Edward Monroe followed his gaze, only seeing a girl’s profile, but from the profile, she should be a pretty girl.

"Probably not, didn’t K leave?"

He shook his head, denying it.

Really?

Ethan Song was still a bit suspicious, the girl’s eyebrows and eyes really looked quite like K, and the clothes were the same too.

Claire Green felt two straightforward stares fixed on her, turned her head slightly, and raised an eyebrow.

Not gone yet?

On this side.

Ethan Song and his friend, upon seeing the girl’s full face, instinctively caught their breath.

"I’m sure this is definitely not K," Ethan Song immediately overturned his own guess.

If K was this good-looking, there would be no reason to wear a mask to cover it.

Edward Monroe gave him a helpless glance, speaking gently, "So, can we leave?"

"Of course," Ethan Song withdrew his sleeve, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and exited in a brotherly manner.

Witnessing everything, a hint of laughter appeared in the depths of Claire Green’s eyes.

The guardians of these two are quite interesting.

...

Being held like this, feeling the occasional glances from others around them, Edward Monroe shifted his body uncomfortably.

He said softly, "Ethan, let me go, it’s weird being looked at this way."

"What’s weird about it," Ethan Song spoke carelessly, "besides, weren’t we always like this before?"

Hearing this.

Edward Monroe was dazed, it seemed to be right, clearly, it had always been like this before, why does it feel unnatural now.

Thinking and thinking, he came to one conclusion.

Surely it’s what K said that affected him.

Ethan Song’s eyes revealed indulgence, he gently tapped his head, "Stop thinking, let’s get you something to eat."

"I prefer going home to eat like this!" Edward Monroe touched his face covered by a mask and spoke softly.

Seeing him like this, a sudden pain stabbed through Ethan Song’s heart, the hand on his shoulder slightly tightened.

"Is appearance really that important? Are you planning to never go out, then why did you accept that lyric and music sheet?"

"Ouch—" Edward Monroe gasped softly, "Ethan, you’re hurting me."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Ethan Song’s rationality returned, and he immediately let go, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Edward Monroe smiled like a breeze in spring, "It’s okay, let’s go eat."

"You..." Ethan Song opened his mouth, his voice a bit hoarse, "we’d better head..."

Before he could finish, someone else spoke up, cutting him off.

"You’re right, so let’s go out to eat."

...

"Claire, what are you looking at?" Mason Quinn curiously leaned over his head, found nothing, and asked puzzledly.

Claire Green straightforwardly curled her lips, her voice filled with deep meaning, "A pair of amusing brotherly bonds."

Huh?

I recognize every word you’re saying, but why do they make no sense together?

Mason Quinn looked at the person next to him in confusion, "Do you know?"

George Xyler shook his head.

Just then.

Claire Green’s gaze wandered over the two of them, her eye corners filled with mischief.

"Probably a bit closer than you two."

In an instant, the two understood.

They glanced at each other, repositioning themselves apart with disdain.

Seeing this.

Claire Green picked up the wine glass and took a light sip, hiding the curve of her lips.

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