With his hands behind his head and legs propped over the desk, Dylan was languidly seated in the police station. Xiu, however, was dozing off.
"Hey, Officer Cheng, can I get a soft drink? With lots of ice. I'm really thirsty." Dylan asked the officer who had been questioning them earlier.
"I say, get this big baby a big bed and a lavish feast as well, his delicate self must be really tired," Xiu taunted from her seat which was in another corner of the room.
Dylan gritted his teeth and said, "Don't listen to troublemakers. She just knows how to break things."
"And you only know how to be petty all the time," Xiu replied back.
Dylan shot up from the chair and shouted, "Yah! If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be stuck here right now!"
Xiu also stood up to face him and snapped at him, "Huh! Some people really love playing the blame game. Mr. Qiu, let me remind you that it was your bloody comment that brought us here."