Miles Fung Wan Ci's Literatures
“Guess you’ll just have to deal with it for the rest of your life,” said Winter with a shrug.
Aurum laughed nervously. Surely the guy would give up eventually, right?
Miles hadn’t always been so proud of his scar.
“…I don’t think this is legal, Miles.”
“Oh shut up, goodie two shoes. It’s fine as long as we don’t get caught.”
Surprise! :]
When the heck did this guy become so needy?
The avian just let out a sigh. “What do you wanna eat?”
“Egg… fried,” mumbled Long-ge.
“You care about your face, don’t you?” asked Long-ge, exasperated. “What’re you gonna do if it gets infected and leaves a scar?”
Yards had suddenly fallen ill with a high fever and, well, Miles would sooner break a leg than leave his little sister at home to fight off her ailment on her lonesome.
Do you remember that day, 10 years ago, when you were still young, raw and lost?
Miles the drama queen chef 💃
Miles literally doesn't know a thing.
Every ten times Miles breaks into Long-ge's apartment, the dragon contemplates returning the favour.
Spectre finally catches wind of Miles and Long-ge's relationship...
This was peak bad sportsmanship.
God, he'd been waiting for this moment since the morning.
lmao wtf are feelings
Sometimes they would simply pass by each other, sticking out a tongue or flipping the bird before carrying on into the night.
Other times they would run.
Yards remembered the day she told her brother she was going to run like it happened yesterday.
“Vermillion, sir!” yelled a frantic reporter, jostling their peers who were squabbling loudly amongst themselves. “Can I ask what’s your reason for running?”
Miles always felt that sitting down and having a big meal was satisfying after practice, and most importantly he got to spend time with his dear little sister in the kitchen if he helped out with the preparations.
Unfortunately, the dining table often had a habit of turning into an inescapable coliseum.