Xiang Yu got up from the ground, feeling a sharp ache on his back. He struggled to his feet, his muscles protesting with every movement. Once upright, he glanced at the two people standing on the other side of the glass wall. "What are you looking at?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
Han Zhan walked in through the back door, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "What were you fighting about?" he asked, knowing Han Xin well enough to sense that something was definitely wrong. "What happened? Why is he so upset?"
Xiang Yu shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I don't know. He seems to be in a pretty bad mood."
Peng Xiu finally walked in, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of Xiang Yu's open lapel. "Disgusting," she muttered, her disdain evident.
Xiang Yu, ever the provocateur, smiled slyly. "If I was so disgusting, Xin-ge wouldn't have blow-dried my hair for me and let me use his shower."
