Chapter 49: Perhaps They Just Wanted to Drag Someone Down with Them

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Um...
Lu Meng's thoughts were in turmoil, countless ideas flashing through her mind in a split second.
"It's fine even if you don't take responsibility."
Ace's words brought all her racing thoughts to a sudden halt, a look of pleasant surprise dawning in her eyes.
"Really?"
Ace wore an ambiguous smile. "The condition is, you add me to the list of recognized owners of your apartment."
The security at the Guide Apartment complex was stringent; he certainly didn't want to go through the massive trouble he had yesterday every time he came to visit.
Hearing this, Lu Meng was instantly startled. "What are you trying to do?"
"Nothing much," Ace said slowly. "Aren't you going to help me with mental conditioning? I can't possibly wait outside for you every time I come, especially if someone sees us..."
Lu Meng fell silent.
Well, actually...
She hadn't even decided whether she wanted to continue helping him with mental conditioning!
After all, considering what happened yesterday...
Seeing the troubled expression on her face, Ace put away his smile and let out a theatrical sigh. "Unwilling? Then I suppose I'll just have to tell everyone about what happened yesterday..."
"Wait, wait, don't!"
Lu Meng hurriedly stopped him. "I didn't say I wouldn't agree yet. You don't even give people time to think! Honestly!"
She pouted as she spoke.
A hint of amusement danced in the depths of Ace's eyes, and his tone turned teasing, "Alright then, I'll give you 10 seconds."
Lu Meng: "..."

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Are you for real?
Before she could even finish her internal complaint, Ace had already begun the countdown.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
When he reached one, Lu Meng finally spoke up. "Fine, I agree!"
Ace hooked the corner of his lips, triumph flashing in his eyes.
Lu Meng was crying on the inside.
Stinking piece-of-trash sentinel!
She had helped him with his mental conditioning just yesterday, and yet he was treating her like this!
Biting the hand that feeds you!
However, thinking about what he had said, a trace of self-doubt inevitably crept into her mind.
Could it really be because of her mental conditioning that he ended up in that state?
Pondering this, she found herself momentarily unsure.
Just as she was lost in thought, a face suddenly loomed close to hers, startling her.
Recovering her wits, she pushed against his shoulders, attempting to put some distance between them.
"What are you doing?!"
Ace retreated a bit following the force of her push, his gaze fixed intently on her.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lu Meng had no pleasant expression for him at the moment. "Nothing. Why are you so annoying? Do you want to know everything that goes through my mind?"
Ace raised an eyebrow. "If I said I did, would you tell me?"
"No!"

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Lu Meng wrinkled her small nose. "You're so annoying. Can't you go back to your seat? Stop getting so close to me!"
Ace's gaze fell upon the trace of milk at the corner of her lips, his throat bobbing. Then, with a flicker of avoidance in his eyes, he looked away and returned to his seat.
Lu Meng slowly let out a sigh of relief, feeling as though the air became much fresher once he moved away from her side.
Ace's gaze involuntarily drifted back to her face.
Actually, even he couldn't quite fathom his own mind anymore.
As a sentinel with an 86% pollution index who could lose control at any moment, if he harbored no deep hatred toward her, he ought to keep his distance so as not to put her in danger.
Yet time and time again, he found various excuses to approach her!
He had no idea what he truly wanted.
At this thought, Ace's expression grew somewhat gloomy.
Besides, he was never a good person to begin with!
Selfish, ruthless, and bloodthirsty—these were the evaluations military sentinels gave him.
To avoid ending up in a military prison, he had even resorted to buying restricted drugs.
Whether he was exposed or not, his ultimate fate was already sealed.
It was merely a question of time.
Since there wasn't much time left anyway, he might as well follow his impulses; let him live one more day for every day he could snatch.
Perhaps, he simply felt that dying alone was too lonely, and wanted to drag someone down to hell with him...

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