"What if I want to sleep here? Will you let me?"
Thanh Van almost choked on the bitter liquid. This man was a menace! Perhaps even worse than his rotten brother, Mo Xing!
It should be illegal to bully others without real meaning behind those empty words. The cup hovered before his lips, and Thanh Van lowered his eyes on the liquid. Bright yellow eyes stared back at him.
"Don't drink it if it tastes horrid. Wuyao can't boil water without burning his delicate fingers. His tea is famously atrocious." Mo Yang leaned over and tenderly snatched the cup from Thanh Van's hands, taking away his only distraction. "You look angry. Is it really bad?"
When Thanh Van merely glared at him, Mo Yang sniffed at the cup - and cringed.
"What do you want at this hour, Mo Yang?" Thanh Van asked, hoping to get this little meeting over with before his eyeballs shrivelled up in their cavities from his lack of blinking.
