What was Melvin doing here?
And the toast he referred to happened a long time ago, right?
He remembered it well.
She glanced at him.
He was not the only one who came here,. Chad, Eleven, Twelve, Fifteen, Seventeen were all there.
She subconsciously looked up at the second floor railing. Anthony was still leaning in place. Because of the lighting problems, she can not see his expression, but can detect that he was looking at this side.
The man who made the toast was fierce by Melvin and looked at Lyra innocently, "This lady, I didn't mean anything else. It's just a glass of wine. I don't know why this gentleman is insulting me."
"That's right. It's just a glass of wine."
Lyra smiled. Her slender fingers reached the wine that had been transferred to Melvin's hands.
Melvin refused to give it to her. His dark eyes were gloomy, and his face was written with displeasure.
Her beautiful eyes were gentle and her tone was gently coaxing, "Be a good boy. Let go and I'll accept your toast next time."
With what she said, Melvin was instantly coaxed.
Lyra smoothly took the glass of red wine, elegantly sniffed, and her red lips gently pressed to the rim of the glass, as a gesture to drink.
The man who made the toast saw her movements and there was a vague flicker of excitement in his eyes.
Lyra's lips, however, stopped just as they were about to touch the liquor.
She looked playfully at the man, "Are you expecting me to drink it?"
The man froze and nodded expectantly.
The next second, Lyra smiling eyes suddenly cooled down. She directly splashed the wine into his face, "What you have in this wine, you know in your heart. The taste should be good. You can try it."
Originally she was not aware of it, but just now this man said he came from the cubicle. Melvin and the group of people appeared to obstruct them and the people over there did not react a little. And this man was eagerly attentive.
The man was splashed with red wine and the stains were all over his face and body. He was a little annoyed, "You can choose not to drink but you wronged me! Spoil the fun!"
He wiped his face, lowered his head, and reached for the tissue in his suit pocket.
Melvin watched him closely and noticed that his face was chilly when he lowered his head. That was not a good sign.
The man took advantage of the fact that Lyra had withdrawn her attention and suddenly pulled out a small glass jar from his pocket and insidiously threw it at Lyra's face.
"Watch out!"
Melvin reacted almost instinctively, circling her into his arms, and a whole bottle of liquid was splashed all over the back of his suit, which soon smoldered.
"En ..."
The burning pain came. Melvin's eyebrows tightened in pain. His face was pale but his arms still circled Lyra tightly, firmly protecting her in his arms.
"Miss, it's sulfuric acid!"
Eleven shouted in horror.
These words were like a bomb that blew up the crowd that was still dancing on the dance floor. They were screaming and fleeing in all directions.
The scene was chaotic for a while.
The man who just threw acid also took advantage of the chaos and ran away.
Lyra was furious: "Fifteen, Seventeen go after him! How dare he uses dirty tricks! We must get him back!"
After yelling, she hurriedly observed Melvin's situation and quickly peeled off his suit and shirt.
Melvin had a cold last night. He got low resistance, just took two cold pills and did housework in the afternoon. His physical strength had long been depleted.
It was so painful that he couldn't stand up. He rested his chin on Lyra's shoulder, gently holding her waist. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, letting Lyra keep pulling off his clothes and throwing them away.
Fortunately, most of the liquid was soaked in the clothes. On his back, there was only the middle piece of palm-sized area being stained with the most amount of liquid which penetrated into the skin that was burned and bloody.
But ... was too painful!
He was glad that he was the one who got hurt. If the man accidentally hurt Lyra, he would really die of heartache!
While feeling the sharp pain, he lifted his eyelids. His eyelashes fluttered and the tip of his nose gently sniffed Lyra's nice scent of hair, just to keeping a little awake.
Suddenly he noticed that Nineteen, who had also stayed behind Lyra, was gone.
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