“Go on!” Xia Wennan hollered. “Spell it out for me, in what way am I lucky?” Ming Sichen glared at him with deeply flushed eyes. “Is the fact that you have an alpha who loves you not lucky enough for you?” “In what way is that lucky?” said Xia Wennan. “Let me ask you this then. If I didn’t have an alpha who loved me, would I be unlucky? Or is it unlucky if the one who loves me isn’t an alpha, but a beta?” “The alpha I love isn’t attracted to betas though?” Ming Sichen cast a glance at Lu Huaiye. Xia Wennan jabbed a finger at Lu Huaiye and asked, “Are you not attracted to betas?” Lu Huaiye didn’t immediately answer this question.
But Xia Wennan didn’t need an answer. “He’s an alpha,” he continued as he waved him off. “Even if he’s not into betas, well, that’s normal for him. You’re the one with abnormal standards. You shouldn’t go around equating abnormal with unlucky.” “How am I abnormal?” Xia Wennan brought up the theory he’d once told Ming Luchuan: “Alphas are, by nature, attracted to omegas, just as chickens would only love chickens, and dogs would only love dogs. You fell in love with a dog—if you absolutely insist on that dog loving you back, wouldn’t you be abnormal for it?” Lu Huaiye’s imposing countenance immediately collapsed after Xia Wennan’s remarks, and he appeared both embarrassed and annoyed.
Meanwhile, Ming Sichen blanked out at his words, and it was a while before he retorted, “Then is Ming Luchuan a dog who fell in love with a human?”