It's rare to see Zun Zun like a volcano that's easily ignited. He lit a cigarette for himself without offering one to anyone else and sat idle smoking in the little tea pavilion.
"Who set my brother off?"
Zun Zun walked over, snatched the cigarette from Sheng Sheng's fingers, took a couple of drags, found it uninteresting, and threw it on the ground, stamping it out harshly.
He ruffled his own disheveled hair in frustration; his cool hairstyle now looked wild and unruly, yet still carried a certain rugged charm.
"Annoyed."
"What's bothering you?"
Zun Zun looked at him with a breezy expression and scoffed, "You're the one having a good time now. I heard Maimai moved in with you? How is it, living in music and merriment every night?"
Sheng Sheng laughed, reserved yet genuinely happy, "Pretty much, life is good."
"Looks like I should start dating too," Zun Zun muttered to himself.
"Who caught your eye?" Sheng Sheng asked.
