Ye Fei shot Wang Jianglong a glare, "Cut the crap, there's nothing between us."
Wang Jianglong pouted, "Pull the other one, mate. Dark night, high winds, a lone man and a single woman together in one room, whispering sweet nothings—it even sounded...embarrassing."
"Saying there's nothing going on—who's gonna believe that?"
"Believe it or not."
Ye Fei couldn't be bothered to explain.
"Hehe, little bro, little bro, I'm really envious of you, you know? An evergreen at home and a parade of colors outside."
"Ah, not like me—just a poor, single older brother, nearing the age of thirty without a glimpse of my other half in sight."
As Wang Jianglong spoke, his eyes started to brim with tears, looking pitiful indeed.
"Enough already, what's the big deal? A grown man like you, aren't you ashamed?"
"Hey, you just don't know the hunger of someone who is starving, damn it."
Wang Jianglong muttered, his expression turning somewhat melancholic.
