Meanwhile, the smart person Long Aotian proudly spoke of was presently being dragged on the cold, hard ground.
His swollen right hand outstretched, he was being dragged by the restraint in his engagement ring.
Long Ki lifted his face from the ground. "Can you slow down?" he said.
"No! Why should I? What are you doing on the ground, anyway? Counting sand grains?" she said with a huff.
He stood up from the ground and dusted off his pants. "No, I wish I was," he mumbled. "Did you try removing your ring?"
"Again! I tried. This shitty ring won't come off," she shouted.
He cupped his ears and winced. "Please don't shout, my precious ear drum is being damaged by your banshee voice," he whispered.
Yukiya bit her lips and held back a curse. Taking her prayer beads in her hands, she mentally mumbled, 'I should not curse. That is unladylike,'
"Hey can you find my left shoe, I think I lost it five feet back," He said.
