"Do you have a death wish?" Xiu looked up or at least, tried to look at Dylan as he went on, "Why are you drinking so much?"
He tried to snatch the drink from her hand and she resisted. "What does that have to do with you? We don't even know each other. Don't hold my drink hostage!"
Dylan's face twitched uncontrollably. "Missy, there is a thing called compassion. Although I lack that a lot, I still find it my responsibility to remind you that this is not good for health."
Xiu was about to drop a comeback when a voice from behind halted her movements.
"Didi, what's going on here?"
Xiu's eyes sparkled as if a fire had lit up inside them. His voice reminded her of whiskey. It was velvety smooth and yet it had that touch of a slow burn. But this was the kind of burn that awakened her soul.
"Great! Your green bean is back," said Dylan and Xiu turned around to face him.
