Night fell.
Hotel.
Room 8603.
Fang Wenping sipped her wine and said, "What were you doing just now?"
Dong Xuebin gave an "oh." "Watching the news, browsing the web."
"Why weren't you asleep?" Fang Wenping's glass was empty, so she poured herself another.
"I don't know what's going on either. I was lying down, but I just couldn't fall asleep. Maybe I've been a little insomniac lately." Dong Xuebin took a sip of wine. "A little alcohol is perfect. It helps with sleep."
Fang Wenping said, "Aren't you tired after beating up all those people?"
"A little tired, sure, but it was nothing." Dong Xuebin bragged.
Fang Wenping looked him over. "With that little body of yours, how are you so good at fighting?"
Dong Xuebin said, "I trained."
Fang Wenping hummed. "Cheers."
"Cheers." Dong Xuebin clinked glasses with her.
Then the room fell silent for a while. Neither of them spoke, mainly because neither knew what to talk about. Their relationship had never been particularly good; it was complicated. Calling them enemies would fit, since their families really had been political rivals, fighting each other for years. Fang Wenping and Dong Xuebin's side had also clashed badly over Fang Shuiling. But this time, Fang Wenping had handled Dong Xuebin's transfer and done him a huge favor, so they could not exactly be called enemies either. Yet friends? Even less so. Other than that night on the second day of the Lunar New Year, when Fang Wenping had gotten drunk and chattered away, she and Dong Xuebin had practically never had a normal conversation. Anyway, their relationship was a complete mess.
Two minutes later.
Fang Wenping finally frowned. "Find something to talk about."
"Me?" Dong Xuebin gave a wry smile. "How about movies? What have you been watching lately?"
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