Heh heh, Zhou Xiaotong smiled soundlessly. "Yuan Huapeng didn't tell you that I like boys' love?"
What the hell kind of taste was that! Feng Jun opened another bottle of beer, took two swigs straight from it, then let out a long belch.
"Look at me, drinking beer in the snow in the dead of winter. Isn't that pretty stupid?"
"A little." Zhou Xiaotong nodded. "But as long as you like it."
"Exactly." Feng Jun nodded and sighed softly. "As long as I like it... I didn't force you to drink."
"By the same logic, I have no interest in asking about your sexual orientation. Whether you're a fujoshi or bisexual, just don't get in my way. Though I do think your tastes are a little heavy."
Zhou Xiaotong fell silent. After a long while, she said, "But you fit my image of a male lead perfectly."
Feng Jun took a drink of beer and spoke unhurriedly. "Then you should be glad this is Dragon City."
Zhou Xiaotong's eyes shifted. Propping her chin on one hand, she watched him with great interest. "Or else?"
Feng Jun raised a hand and grabbed Zhou Xiaotong's cup. With a slight exertion of his palm, the ceramic cup instantly split into seven or eight pieces.
He picked up a small shard and pressed it between his thumb and forefinger. The fragment immediately turned into white powder, falling onto the placemat with a soft rustle.
He lifted his eyelids and looked at her expressionlessly. "What did you ask me just now?"
Zhou Xiaotong stared at the little pile of powder. After a moment of dazed silence, she gave him a dazzling smile. "So you really are a martial arts master."
Feng Jun gave her a disdainful glance, picked up his bottle, and continued drinking.
Zhou