Ku Rong: "I don't believe in horoscopes. Though I did meet a scumbag today."
Mon: "How bad was he?"
Ku Rong: "Worse than the crumbs that fall from the corner of my Chinese rural dog's mouth when it's eating dog biscuits."
Mon: "Wow, that's really awful. I'll mail you some dog biscuits. How about you eat them and spit the crumbs all over his face?"
Hu Xian grinned and was just about to reply when her expression suddenly darkened.
When I talk in person, silence can hide how slow I am. But when I'm typing, I have plenty of time to think through every possible way out.
Ku Rong: "I'm not a dog, so I can't eat crumbs that tiny. ╭(╯^╰)╮ You're a meanie."
