"You see, you see, it's starting again!" Xuanyin slammed the table, "Are you deliberately trying to piss me off or what?"
"No..." Xiuling sat down, "I just thought of some dirty, filthy stuff."
"Don't think about that crap, rest a bit then we'll head out."
Xuanyin watched Xiuling drag her heavy feet out of his room, he sighed deeply and walked to the balcony where he saw his senior brother drinking tea. Approaching, he kicked him, "Old geezer!"
"I'm puzzled, why are you lashing out at me?" Xuanhong lifted an eyelid to look at Xuanyin, "But it is strange, why do all the slightly promising ladies seem unwilling to stay in Kunlun?"
"Must be the feng shui." Xuanyin sat opposite his senior brother, "I bet it's the feng shui. But what would you know, you old dog who's sworn off marriage."
