The rising star of the Empire forcefully pushed the outdated (?) Imperial Marshal into the corner of the dark alley: "Marshal, how does it feel to be kidnapped and brought to the Lower City?"
Lin Zhixing: "It's my pleasure, my little leopard."
Lang Deng An and Lin Zhixing hugged each other quietly. The crazily flashing red lights and screaming sirens in the cockpit were like the rushing emotions beneath their calm bodies.
"It's not bad to end like this, Marshal." Lang Dengan's breath sprayed frivolously in Lin Zhixing's ears.
Lin Zhixing chuckled and opened his lips. Just as he was about to say some ridiculous love words about going to hell together, he was suddenly pushed, and then captured by the mechanical arm of the escape cabin and injected with a hypnotic potion.
The last thing he saw was a smiling little leopard and the mecha exploding into fireworks, but the last thing he heard was not the sound of the escape capsule ejecting.
He read the last words from the little leopard's lips: "I love you."
It was the only time she told him she loved him too.
Motto: No matter how unfortunate you are, you will always be lucky once