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Ch92.1 - Pineapple Flavored Beastman Gong (10)

Pineapple Flavored Beastman Gong (10)

Translated by Hua Li ^_~

The red moon hung in the sky, and the Treefolk Forest was quiet in the deep night, with only the sounds of the wind rustling through the leaves. The land and the forest lay in slumber, unaffected by the recent argument between the two beasts. 

Inside the tree hollow, Gou Liang huddled in a corner, resisting Meng Hao’s approach.

Both of them were wide awake, and Meng Hao, growing increasingly agitated, swished his tail back and forth. He watched Gou Liang, who had his face buried in his knees, his expression filled with an anxious helplessness.

“I like you, Meng Hao.”

This voice kept echoing in his ears, and no matter how Meng Hao tried to block it by covering his ears, it still found its way in. 

Meng Hao couldn’t quite describe what he felt at that moment. Perhaps there was some joy, but more than that, there was a profound sense of anxiety, much like the feeling when he was once bitten by a Black Crocodile Beast. It wasn’t just his life at stake, but the life of his weak younger brother as well. That situation had made him incredibly tense and alert.

So, when Gou Liang repeated this declaration, he responded sternly, “Shut up. It’s in your best interest to dismiss this idea right now!”

“I won’t.”

Gou Liang’s expression was stubborn, yet his eyes were filled with fear. He kept shedding tears.

Meng Hao clenched his fist, feeling an overwhelming urge to embrace Gou Liang, to grant his every wish, and to stop him from crying. But a sharper sense of reason than this impulse prevented him.

Gou Liang didn’t want to cry either.

He wiped away his tears and looked up at Meng Hao. “You should be the one dismissing the ridiculous idea of me being bonded with Meng Hui. I won’t bond with him, Meng Hao. Even if you reject me, I won’t choose anyone else.”

“Lang Xi, you’re not a five-year-old child anymore.” Meng Hao’s voice was firm and paused for a moment before he continued, “You should be responsible for the things you’ve said and done.” 

“I can’t remember what I said a long time ago. How can I be responsible?” Gou Liang retorted.

“Furthermore, I’m certain that I don’t like Meng Hui. If I ever liked him enough to bond with him, as you claim, why do I feel nothing for him now? I have feelings of intimacy and trust for you, for Ga’er, for my father, and even for Lang Fei, but I don’t have those feelings for Meng Hui.”

“Doesn’t that prove that I never loved him? And if I don’t love him, how can I make a lifelong commitment to him?”

“If you compel me to be with him, will it truly make Meng Hui happy? Are you willing to sacrifice your brother’s happiness for the sake of a foolish promise? Making him marry someone who doesn’t love him, would he not live in eternal torment?” 

Meng Hao’s expression turned as cold as iron.

“Yes, your proposal to him back then might not have been out of affection. But a promise is a promise, and you must adhere to it, whether you remember it or not.”

“Meng Hao, you obviously like me too. So why are you saying this?” Gou Liang questioned.

“I don’t like you.” 

Meng Hao said it decisively.

But was he truly as certain as he claimed? Meng Hao wasn’t sure, but Gou Liang was keenly aware because…