Chapter 92: Extra: Airplane’s Fortuitous Encounter – Part 4
Of course, the reason an urge was an urge was because it could usually be checked, and could not be carried out.
Not even removing his boots, Mobei-Jun laid down on his brand-new, not-once-slept-on bed. Shang Qinghua felt incomparably sick at heart.
"My King, this is Cang Qiong Mountain."
A pillow full of strong destructive power flew over, striking Shang Qinghua and making him grimace in pain.
Shang Qinghua picked up the pillow, saying tactfully, "My King, this is my bed."
Mobei-Jun stuck up a finger and waved it at him.
Noble and cool, he said one word: "Mine."
Understood.
Because his whole person belonged to Mobei-Jun, his things also belonged to Mobei-Jun. Naturally, his bed also belonged to Mobei-Jun.
And as for the reverse, did it stand? At this time, the fat tiger theory should be applied: what's yours is mine, what's mine is still mine.
Shang Qinghua resentfully rolled off the chair, silently going to pick up the broken pieces of the teacup at his feet. He began to hum a little tune of "I lie on the ground while you sleep on a bed, I eat radish husks and you drink meat soup" while tidying up his new room.