Doniya shaded her eyes with her hand, gazing into the distance.
She nudged Shen Xin. "See? You made it mad, and it flew off."
She even made an analogy.
She said the Hunting Falcon had worked so hard, bought a bouquet of flowers, prepared a "lavish feast," and was planning to "propose" to Shen Xin.
And what happened? Shen Xin didn't appreciate it, coldly and cruelly rejected the falcon, and spurned its sincere feelings.
The bird got pissed and took off.
Shen Xin said, "Well, it was getting a little handsy."
Doniya froze for a second before she realized what he meant, then she absolutely cracked up.
Clutching her stomach, she said, "And you're a cop! Shouldn't you arrest it for that kind of behavior?"
Shen Xin gave a casual wave of his hand. "Considering it's a first-time offender, I'll let it slide. I won't stoop to its level."
Doniya couldn't stop laughing. "Shen Xin, you're hilarious."
Her gaze was a little intense.
