Murder

Dinner time passed by quickly without much interaction from the two and soon, Ding and Lian were walking side by side on the lawn.

Lian tapped his belly," That was great food right?"

Ding nodded and hurried past him. Lian sighed and watched his back.

"Why is he so thick? Am trying to start a conversation here and he just left without a single word? How boring!"

Lian kicked his feet and sat down on the grass, his hands supporting his head. After walking for a while, as if sensing he was all alone, Ding turned around and just as he had assumed, Lian was not behind him. Feeling like he might be in some kind of danger, he ran down the path he came and saw Lian slumped on the ground.

Collecting his breathe, he walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened?"

Lian shrugged him off and buried his head in his hands.

"Why are you suddenly angry?" he asked and Lian huffed.

"Am not angry."