[June 28th] "I want meat." He Xuan said, annoyed and pouting as he watched his ever-so-graceful husband cook. Shi Qingxuan huffed, slapping He Xuan's forehead gently. "Don't slap my forehead ever again." He Xuan warned, yet Shi Qingxuan took that risk. Slap.

"Hehe, I'll slap you whenever." Shi Qingxuan said smugly, laughing a little, only for He Xuan to smack his husband's back in annoyance, his force a little more harder than intended. "That's what you get." "Don't do that! You're going to get my robe's dirty!" The Wind Master whined, brushing the 'dirt' off of his robe.