Seeing Chi Wan defending Xiahou Yu, and even praising his good manners, made Li Xingye grind his teeth in frustration.
He had been clearing out the city's remnants, but he'd lost the heart for it now. So, he just sat on the roof of a wrecked car, pulled out one of the long, thin biscuit sticks that Chi Wan loved, and began to CRUNCH, CRUNCH on it.
In truth, Li Xingye didn't care for snacks. But Chi Wan loved to hoard food, especially her favorite treats. Taking advantage of the fact that they wouldn't spoil in her space, she stocked up relentlessly.
He had seen Chi Wan eating these biscuit sticks many times. Whenever he caught her, she would stuff a couple into his hand, saying good friends had to share good food.
So he'd picked up the habit, too. Whenever he was thinking or just bored, he'd pull out a couple to chew on.
