Teng Qian rapped him on his tiger head, looking thoroughly exasperated. "You idiot."
Then he pointed to where Yuan Lang had just been standing. "Didn't you see the General standing right there, chewing on his finger?"
To demonstrate, he stuck his own rather thick finger into his mouth and slurped on it twice.
Teng Kun gave him a disgusted look. "I'm not blind. The General just tapped it to his lips. He didn't suck on it at all.
Besides, it looked pretty cool when he did it. But when you do it, big brother, you just look like a total creep."
Teng Qian: "..."
'Sorry, everyone. I'm going to have to excuse myself for a moment to go beat up this tactless little brother of mine. Please excuse the embarrassing display.'
He let out a couple of menacing laughs, grabbed his little brother by the scruff of his neck, and prepared to find a spot to give him a beating.
But the courageous Teng Kun suddenly blurted out, "I just remembered something super important!"
