Two Mad Men

Moon Song walked into Xia Fei's room with unwarranted familiarity, turned on the TV, took off her shoes, and reclined on the couch. Her two legs dangled about restlessly.

"You two can continue; I don't mind skinship between men," said Moon Song very casually as she pulled out that half-eaten cucumber from her pocket and proceeded to watch TV while munching on that fruit.

Chen Dong was irked, moving his butt almost a full meter away from Moon Song, sitting on the other end of the couch.

Xia Fei closed the door. He pulled out a big ashtray from his spatial ring and placed it on the table in the living room, flicking his cigar's ash into it.

This ashtray was made from a disused shell of a spitfire light missile, a fairly rugged-looking one that was rather heavy metal in taste.

Xia Fei might not be old, but he was a bonafide heavy smoker. Cigarettes were never far from his fingers since the age of fourteen.