I really liked a phrase from Zhou Li.
"Sew it up, you just do it, who else could sew better than your damn contraption, eh? When you sew me into the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and I get hit with a cross-temporal legal notice, let's see if you still sew then."
Clearly, Zhou Li wasn't very fond of the Eight Trigrams Fate Spinner, which normally seemed like a dead eunuch author who never updates and always handed you shoddy work when you least expected it. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to forget the nauseating Frankenmemes.
Damn it, can't forget.
He casually grabbed the rice bowl in front of Tang Wan and swiftly cleaned it out. Under her dumbfounded gaze, Zhou Li rubbed his face vigorously and then downed her untouched sweet tea in one gulp.
"Zhou Li...I'm going to cry."
After thinking it over and assessing her own limits and strengths, Tang Wan decided to rely on her appearance to protest against Zhou Li's vile actions.
"I have no manners."
