The next day, Kyle and Xing Han started their little play.
Before that, however, Kyle looked at Xing Han seriously and asked, "I can lay it on pretty thick. How much can you take?"
Xing Han looked at him with his eyebrows raised.
"Me? Pfffffft," he said, while waving his hand in front of his face, "I can take whatever you dish out."
Kyle smirked, "Okay. You said it. Don't regret it now."
Xing Han grinned and replied confidently, "You just watch out for yourself. I can give as much as I get."
"Oh really?" Kyle said, his face showing disbelief.
Xing Han brought his face close, "Really."
"Shall we make a bet then?" Kyle proposed.
"What sort of bet?" Xing Han asked curiously.
"The one who cringest first, loses." Kyle said.
"Hah. That isn't fun," Xing Han said, "Who gets the most reaction from Rose and Jessica, wins."
Kyle thought about it, "Not bad. You sure about this?"
Xing Han snorted.
